wasn’t deliberately trying to kill him. She might be flighty and a little self-absorbed from time to time, but she didn’t have a mean bone in her body.
She did, however, have a whole lot of gorgeous, sexy bones, covered with enticing silky flesh. Temptingly soft hair that slid like a golden waterfall over her shoulder, trailing down to curl at the tip of her breast. A breast he wanted to touch. To weigh in the curve of his hand before tasting.
And now, on top of all of that, she was talking sex with him? Painting a fantasy about the two of them, a week-long love-fest on the beach? Hot-tubbing?
She might not be trying to kill him, but his body just might if he didn’t do something—soon—to relieve a little of the pressure she’d stirred up.
Which meant she needed to leave.
“Dinner was great, and the coffee the best I’ve ever had,” he said, draining his before toasting her with the empty cup. “But we should call it a night. I’m still dragging a little, and could use some sleep.”
Damn.
Aiden knew the words were a mistake before they’d finished crossing his lips. He didn’t need her eyes lighting up or to see the delighted smile spread across her face to know he’d just opened the wrong door.
“I’ll bet you are,” she said, patting his knee gently, her fingers lingering long enough to make sure he appreciated the loss of them when she pulled away. “You travel so much, do you even get jet lag anymore? Or are you simply accustomed to setting your own time zone?”
Grinning, he gave a rueful shake of his head. He should have known better than to expect Sage to do the expected.
“I traveled from Coronado to Villa Rosa,” he reminded her. Of course, he’d traveled from Africa to San Diego two days before that, but that was need-to-know information. “The only difference in time zones is going from military time to Pacific time.”
“Ahh, so no jet-lag issues, just general tiredness. I can see how you’d be needing to rest up, given how hard you’re always pushing and working.”
Aiden shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. That was his job, after all. But something inside him warmed, softened. Had anyone ever understood that before? His need to decompress, to take a few days to step out of his role as a machine and learn to be a man again?
Just Sage.
“Then again, the sun hasn’t even set yet,” she said, tilting her head toward the still-light yard visible from the window.
Ahh, there it was.
“Sage—”
“So why don’t we wind this evening up, quickly, so you can rest,” she said, talking right over his protest with a big, bright smile. “That way, none of it will be weighing on your mind, keeping you awake.”
Right. Because he wasn’t going to be up all night—in every sense of the word—reliving that little fantasy she’d woven earlier? Still, she had a point.
Aiden sighed, inclining his head for her to continue.
“You know after tonight, we’re not going to get a ton of privacy. My dad wants his illness kept quiet, so we’re going to be the focus of attention. Invitations, questions, teasing.”
“Goody,” he deadpanned.
Her eyes lit up.
“Goody, indeed. But that does bring us back to the reason for our visit tonight. We need to make sure we not only have our stories straight, but we also have to walk the talk. You know what I mean?”
Yeah. She meant they weren’t done yet.
At least, she didn’t think they were. Aiden had other ideas, though.
“We’ll be fine,” he told her.
“Don’t you think it’s a good idea to practice a little?” she asked, her fingers tracing along his shoulder, leaving tiny trails of fire that burned right through the fabric of his shirt. “You know, so we don’t look awkward when we do it in front of people.”
“I know it’s a big turn-on for some people, but I’m really not a fan of having sex in front of other people.”
Was Sage?
Aiden had never thought of himself as the jealous type. He had never
She did, however, have a whole lot of gorgeous, sexy bones, covered with enticing silky flesh. Temptingly soft hair that slid like a golden waterfall over her shoulder, trailing down to curl at the tip of her breast. A breast he wanted to touch. To weigh in the curve of his hand before tasting.
And now, on top of all of that, she was talking sex with him? Painting a fantasy about the two of them, a week-long love-fest on the beach? Hot-tubbing?
She might not be trying to kill him, but his body just might if he didn’t do something—soon—to relieve a little of the pressure she’d stirred up.
Which meant she needed to leave.
“Dinner was great, and the coffee the best I’ve ever had,” he said, draining his before toasting her with the empty cup. “But we should call it a night. I’m still dragging a little, and could use some sleep.”
Damn.
Aiden knew the words were a mistake before they’d finished crossing his lips. He didn’t need her eyes lighting up or to see the delighted smile spread across her face to know he’d just opened the wrong door.
“I’ll bet you are,” she said, patting his knee gently, her fingers lingering long enough to make sure he appreciated the loss of them when she pulled away. “You travel so much, do you even get jet lag anymore? Or are you simply accustomed to setting your own time zone?”
Grinning, he gave a rueful shake of his head. He should have known better than to expect Sage to do the expected.
“I traveled from Coronado to Villa Rosa,” he reminded her. Of course, he’d traveled from Africa to San Diego two days before that, but that was need-to-know information. “The only difference in time zones is going from military time to Pacific time.”
“Ahh, so no jet-lag issues, just general tiredness. I can see how you’d be needing to rest up, given how hard you’re always pushing and working.”
Aiden shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal. That was his job, after all. But something inside him warmed, softened. Had anyone ever understood that before? His need to decompress, to take a few days to step out of his role as a machine and learn to be a man again?
Just Sage.
“Then again, the sun hasn’t even set yet,” she said, tilting her head toward the still-light yard visible from the window.
Ahh, there it was.
“Sage—”
“So why don’t we wind this evening up, quickly, so you can rest,” she said, talking right over his protest with a big, bright smile. “That way, none of it will be weighing on your mind, keeping you awake.”
Right. Because he wasn’t going to be up all night—in every sense of the word—reliving that little fantasy she’d woven earlier? Still, she had a point.
Aiden sighed, inclining his head for her to continue.
“You know after tonight, we’re not going to get a ton of privacy. My dad wants his illness kept quiet, so we’re going to be the focus of attention. Invitations, questions, teasing.”
“Goody,” he deadpanned.
Her eyes lit up.
“Goody, indeed. But that does bring us back to the reason for our visit tonight. We need to make sure we not only have our stories straight, but we also have to walk the talk. You know what I mean?”
Yeah. She meant they weren’t done yet.
At least, she didn’t think they were. Aiden had other ideas, though.
“We’ll be fine,” he told her.
“Don’t you think it’s a good idea to practice a little?” she asked, her fingers tracing along his shoulder, leaving tiny trails of fire that burned right through the fabric of his shirt. “You know, so we don’t look awkward when we do it in front of people.”
“I know it’s a big turn-on for some people, but I’m really not a fan of having sex in front of other people.”
Was Sage?
Aiden had never thought of himself as the jealous type. He had never
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