Page 97 of The Marine

What would it be like to be Aidan’s wife?

Today I’ve driven myself insane, going between telling my mother to go take a flying leap, to eloping with Aidan, to watching him fall in love and having to quit my job.

Savannah would find someone else.

But I’m her friend and given where she is in life, having lost her mom and sister and her murderous best friend, that would be cruel.

I just don’t know if I could stand by and watch Aidan be with another woman. I couldn’t. Just like he couldn’t see me with someone else.

So tonight is our last night together.

Then we carry on with our lives and I guess that means working out how we do that while having the same friends.

I rub my hands down my Levi jeans and twist left and right, deciding on the top I’ve paired them with.

It’s a silky cream cowl neck.

Ugh...no, too dressy. I want to look nice, but casual.

Why is this so hard?

I pull it off and toss it on the bed with the seven other tops I’ve already tried on, then walk to my closet and stare at it like a whole new wardrobe of clothing will appear if I wait long enough.

It doesn’t.

Groaning, I head across the room to my set of drawers. I yank one of them open and pull out a white ribbed cotton singlet top. Then pair it with my black leather jacket.

Yup.

That’s it.

I tug on my white Nikes, grab my purse, and head down to my car.

Thursday traffic in Los Angeles is heavy and I’m running about twenty minutes late when I finally arrive. The gates to his home open when I pull up and again, I am in awe of his beautiful property.

Aidan opens the door to my car after I’ve parked, and I glance up, trying not to moan as I take all of him in.

In a pair of jeans, a white shirt, and his olive skin, he looks so handsome and masculine. Wealthy, successful, and powerful.

My thighs press together as the familiar desire flares to life. His dark, serious eyes latch onto mine, telling me he feels it too, and it sends shivers across my skin.

Aidan reaches out his hand, helping me out of the vehicle. The moment I’m in front of him, our mouths crash together, and he takes me in his arms and consumes me.

His entire masculinity devours me. My god, I could lose myself in this man forever.

When he releases my mouth, my eyes pop open and those blue globes of his are shining.

“You look beautiful.” He growls low like a hungry predator. I want to tell him he does too, but that’s seems silly.

“Thank you.” I purr. “What’s for dinner?”

“You.” He kisses me on the mouth once more.

In answer to Trina’s question, there is nothing small about this man. My body might need some recovery time after last night, but I know Aidan can be as gentle as he is rough.

And still pleasure me.

“Or salmon. You choose.” He smirks and leads me inside.

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