house, and Kendall tried to prepare herself for the sight of him. She would have had an easier time stopping a tornado with a paper fan.
He was now wearing a shirt, thank goodness, one from the clothes he’d had a deputy pick up from his house and bring to him. There was nothing special about the dark gray shirt or his jeans, other than the fact that Aiden was the one wearing them.
“There should be some kind of cure for you,” she mumbled.
Obviously, she didn’t mumble it softly enough, because he heard, and the corner of his mouth lifted. For a split second anyway. Then he followed the smile with a scowl, no doubt reminding himself that this attraction was only going to get them in more trouble.
And trouble came her way.
Aiden slipped his phone into his pocket and studied her as if trying to figure out what he should do or say about her mumblings.
“Anything wrong at the Silver Creek Jail?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Your sister’s fine.”
That was it. All the conversation he apparently intended, because Aiden cursed, slipped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Before her breasts even landed against his chest, his mouth was on her.
And he tasted so good.
It wasn’t fair that with just one little kiss, he could send her body into such a tailspin.
He was fighting it, she could tell. The muscles in his arms were stiff. His hands, too, but he didn’t back away. Instead, with his mouth still on hers, he groaned and deepened the kiss.
So not good.
Well, not good for their situation, but Kendall soon forgot all about that. There was no booze involved in this kiss. No quick peck like yesterday to get back at him for his snark. This was all heat.
Kendall hadn’t intended to move, but she soon found her lower back pressed against the counter. With Aiden pressed against her. Everything fit, of course. His strong arms around her. Body to body. With his right leg wedged between hers.
His scent coiled around her. Mingling with the heat and the pressure that his leg was creating. The right pressure in the right place.
Which made it incredibly wrong.
The pregnancy was going to be plenty hard enough for their families to handle. They didn’t need to add an affair to it.
Thankfully, that was enough to get her to unravel herself from his arms. Her body didn’t thank her for it, but it was the right thing to do.
Kendall repeated that to herself.
Her body wasn’t quite buying it, though, and with Aiden standing in front of her looking like the hottest of her hot fantasies, it took everything inside her to step away from him.
“My hormones are all out of whack,” she said. Of course, they usually were when she was within ten feet of Aiden.
“Hormones,” he repeated, sounding skeptical.
With good reason. Pregnancy hormones didn’t have anything to do with this, and for a moment Aiden looked as if he might prove that to her with yet another kiss. But hopefully he wouldn’t. Because Kendall didn’t think she had enough willpower to resist another onslaught from that sizzling mouth of his.
Since the coffee was ready, it seemed like a good time to pour him a cup. “What did Leland have to say? Are there any updates?” Something she should already have asked him along with any other question she could come up with fast.
“I need to apologize for that kiss first,” he grumbled.
But Kendall waved him off. “We’ve been apologizing for kisses for over twenty years now.”
And it was the truth.
Twenty-three years. A lifetime to be lusting after Aiden, and the memory of that first kiss came flooding back. The news of his father’s disappearance had just hit. No details yet of the blood in the cabin. Only the speculations, gossip and questions as to why Whitt was gone.
In those days the Braddocks had lived close enough to the McKinnons, and Kendall had ridden her horse over there to check on Aiden. He’d said he was fine. But he hadn’t been. Even as a young girl,
He was now wearing a shirt, thank goodness, one from the clothes he’d had a deputy pick up from his house and bring to him. There was nothing special about the dark gray shirt or his jeans, other than the fact that Aiden was the one wearing them.
“There should be some kind of cure for you,” she mumbled.
Obviously, she didn’t mumble it softly enough, because he heard, and the corner of his mouth lifted. For a split second anyway. Then he followed the smile with a scowl, no doubt reminding himself that this attraction was only going to get them in more trouble.
And trouble came her way.
Aiden slipped his phone into his pocket and studied her as if trying to figure out what he should do or say about her mumblings.
“Anything wrong at the Silver Creek Jail?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Your sister’s fine.”
That was it. All the conversation he apparently intended, because Aiden cursed, slipped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Before her breasts even landed against his chest, his mouth was on her.
And he tasted so good.
It wasn’t fair that with just one little kiss, he could send her body into such a tailspin.
He was fighting it, she could tell. The muscles in his arms were stiff. His hands, too, but he didn’t back away. Instead, with his mouth still on hers, he groaned and deepened the kiss.
So not good.
Well, not good for their situation, but Kendall soon forgot all about that. There was no booze involved in this kiss. No quick peck like yesterday to get back at him for his snark. This was all heat.
Kendall hadn’t intended to move, but she soon found her lower back pressed against the counter. With Aiden pressed against her. Everything fit, of course. His strong arms around her. Body to body. With his right leg wedged between hers.
His scent coiled around her. Mingling with the heat and the pressure that his leg was creating. The right pressure in the right place.
Which made it incredibly wrong.
The pregnancy was going to be plenty hard enough for their families to handle. They didn’t need to add an affair to it.
Thankfully, that was enough to get her to unravel herself from his arms. Her body didn’t thank her for it, but it was the right thing to do.
Kendall repeated that to herself.
Her body wasn’t quite buying it, though, and with Aiden standing in front of her looking like the hottest of her hot fantasies, it took everything inside her to step away from him.
“My hormones are all out of whack,” she said. Of course, they usually were when she was within ten feet of Aiden.
“Hormones,” he repeated, sounding skeptical.
With good reason. Pregnancy hormones didn’t have anything to do with this, and for a moment Aiden looked as if he might prove that to her with yet another kiss. But hopefully he wouldn’t. Because Kendall didn’t think she had enough willpower to resist another onslaught from that sizzling mouth of his.
Since the coffee was ready, it seemed like a good time to pour him a cup. “What did Leland have to say? Are there any updates?” Something she should already have asked him along with any other question she could come up with fast.
“I need to apologize for that kiss first,” he grumbled.
But Kendall waved him off. “We’ve been apologizing for kisses for over twenty years now.”
And it was the truth.
Twenty-three years. A lifetime to be lusting after Aiden, and the memory of that first kiss came flooding back. The news of his father’s disappearance had just hit. No details yet of the blood in the cabin. Only the speculations, gossip and questions as to why Whitt was gone.
In those days the Braddocks had lived close enough to the McKinnons, and Kendall had ridden her horse over there to check on Aiden. He’d said he was fine. But he hadn’t been. Even as a young girl,
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