in his arms, she almost collapsed in relief at the feeling of security he gave her. Since this whole nightmare had started, she’d felt safe exactly twice – and both times had been when Aidan was holding her. She went soft and limp against his strength, just let her whole body sink in to his.
“It’s going to be OK,” he whispered in to her hair. “Gabriela, I promise you. We’ll make it all OK. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it for you.”
She nodded, not ready to talk yet. Instead, she just held on to him and breathed in his scent. Aidan always smelled of something spicy and clean. It was a strong, solid scent – warm and honest, somehow – and she thought it was pure Aidan. It was how she thought of him; it epitomized all the things she loved most about him.
When she pulled back to gaze up at his face, Aidan finally lost the battle that he’d been fighting for so long. She just looked so lost, so afraid. It killed him to see her like that and all he wanted was to make her feel safe again.
He didn’t let himself hesitate, not for one goddamn second longer; he just leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it wasn’t tentative or gentle. It was a demanding kiss, a kiss that didn’t brook any argument from Gabi, a kind of kiss that she’d never experienced in her life. It was so powerful and confident and masterful, Gabi’s knees buckled under her. He caught her to him, pulling her soft body to his hard muscles.
As she melted against him, Aidan held her up, his mouth hot and hard, his tongue exploring her willing mouth freely. When she moaned – a small sound of arousal and confusion – he slowed down a bit. He gently teased her now, running his tongue over her sweet lips, tracing their shape, licking, nipping. She clung to his upper arms, trying to believe that she was finally kissing this man, after so many years of longing to do exactly this.
As she relaxed, his kisses deepened and slowed. Became sensual and sexy as hell. She shuddered as waves of want began to beat over her, faster and harder.
His hands were roaming over her heated body and she arched in to his touch, loving his tender domination. He skimmed her curves lightly, barely pressing down at all, but God, she felt it. Everything about him right now – his kisses, his touch, the way he whispered her name – made her feel so good. So damn desired.
When he finally pulled back, she was suddenly overwhelmed by shyness. She ducked her head, avoiding that bright gaze and stared down at her toes. God , how she wished she was the kind of woman who had the time and money to get things like manicures and pedicures, but that just wasn’t her life. Her fingernails were usually wrecked from the cleaning products, her hair was always a rat’s nest, her make-up routine was non-existent. Standing here in front of the most breathtakingly gorgeous man she’d even seen in the flesh, Gabi felt nothing but dowdy and ugly.
Just what the hell can he see in me? I’ve seen the women who come in to Curves and flirt with him… what the hell is he doing here kissing me ?
Aidan smiled at her flushed cheeks, thinking that she’d never looked more beautiful to him. The woman in front of him was such a natural beauty, he still couldn’t believe it, even after three years of looking at her. Aidan didn’t know all that many women who could work an eight-hour cleaning shift in ripped jeans and an oversized shirt, with her hair thrown back casually and without a lick of makeup – and emerge from it all fucking drop-dead gorgeous. But Gabi did and what made her even more attractive was that she seemed to have no idea how stunning she was.
“Gabriela?” His fingers were still running over and around Gabi: her face, her shoulders, her hips, that tempting curve of her lower back. Christ, he never thought he’d be touching her like this and now that he finally was, no way he could stop.
“Yes?” she whispered, still studying her bare feet.
“ This
“It’s going to be OK,” he whispered in to her hair. “Gabriela, I promise you. We’ll make it all OK. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it for you.”
She nodded, not ready to talk yet. Instead, she just held on to him and breathed in his scent. Aidan always smelled of something spicy and clean. It was a strong, solid scent – warm and honest, somehow – and she thought it was pure Aidan. It was how she thought of him; it epitomized all the things she loved most about him.
When she pulled back to gaze up at his face, Aidan finally lost the battle that he’d been fighting for so long. She just looked so lost, so afraid. It killed him to see her like that and all he wanted was to make her feel safe again.
He didn’t let himself hesitate, not for one goddamn second longer; he just leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t a soft kiss, it wasn’t tentative or gentle. It was a demanding kiss, a kiss that didn’t brook any argument from Gabi, a kind of kiss that she’d never experienced in her life. It was so powerful and confident and masterful, Gabi’s knees buckled under her. He caught her to him, pulling her soft body to his hard muscles.
As she melted against him, Aidan held her up, his mouth hot and hard, his tongue exploring her willing mouth freely. When she moaned – a small sound of arousal and confusion – he slowed down a bit. He gently teased her now, running his tongue over her sweet lips, tracing their shape, licking, nipping. She clung to his upper arms, trying to believe that she was finally kissing this man, after so many years of longing to do exactly this.
As she relaxed, his kisses deepened and slowed. Became sensual and sexy as hell. She shuddered as waves of want began to beat over her, faster and harder.
His hands were roaming over her heated body and she arched in to his touch, loving his tender domination. He skimmed her curves lightly, barely pressing down at all, but God, she felt it. Everything about him right now – his kisses, his touch, the way he whispered her name – made her feel so good. So damn desired.
When he finally pulled back, she was suddenly overwhelmed by shyness. She ducked her head, avoiding that bright gaze and stared down at her toes. God , how she wished she was the kind of woman who had the time and money to get things like manicures and pedicures, but that just wasn’t her life. Her fingernails were usually wrecked from the cleaning products, her hair was always a rat’s nest, her make-up routine was non-existent. Standing here in front of the most breathtakingly gorgeous man she’d even seen in the flesh, Gabi felt nothing but dowdy and ugly.
Just what the hell can he see in me? I’ve seen the women who come in to Curves and flirt with him… what the hell is he doing here kissing me ?
Aidan smiled at her flushed cheeks, thinking that she’d never looked more beautiful to him. The woman in front of him was such a natural beauty, he still couldn’t believe it, even after three years of looking at her. Aidan didn’t know all that many women who could work an eight-hour cleaning shift in ripped jeans and an oversized shirt, with her hair thrown back casually and without a lick of makeup – and emerge from it all fucking drop-dead gorgeous. But Gabi did and what made her even more attractive was that she seemed to have no idea how stunning she was.
“Gabriela?” His fingers were still running over and around Gabi: her face, her shoulders, her hips, that tempting curve of her lower back. Christ, he never thought he’d be touching her like this and now that he finally was, no way he could stop.
“Yes?” she whispered, still studying her bare feet.
“ This
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