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She grinned, her eyes drooping. The alcohol was claiming her quickly. “Kiss me good night.”

“I just did.”

“No, really kiss me. You never have.”

She was right. A lifetime of friendship and he’d never kissed Riley Collins. He’d dreamed of it since puberty, but he’d never done it.

He leaned forward and brushed her lips lightly with his. It was enough for now. When he kissed her for real, she’d be sober, awake and aware.

She was asleep before he moved away and he grinned. The woman could fall asleep within seconds of putting her head on a pillow.

“Good night, wife,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.

CHAPTERTWO

“What the fuck?”Riley woke up disoriented and thirsty, and her head was pounding. All of that was pretty common for a Sunday morning. What wasnotcommon was a nearly naked Aaron spooning her in bed.

“Good morning, Riley,” he said, as if he didn’t have a concern in the world. As if there was no reason she should be freaking out. She wiggled a little, hoping to break free of his embrace, but stopped immediately when something hard brushed against her ass.

“What is that?” she asked when he chuckled. It was obvious he didn’t give a shit his cock was fully erect and nudging her lower regions through the thin cotton layer provided by his boxers.

“Somebody else’s way of saying good morning.”

She lifted the sheets an inch or two and glanced down, only mildly relieved to discover she was in her bra and panties. If they’d fooled around, she would have been naked, right? He wouldn’t have his boxers on.Right?Holy shit, please let that be right.

He pulled her back closer to his bare chest and she stiffened at the idea of being cuddled, in bed, by Aaron. That they’d hugged thousands of times in the past twenty years was inconsequential, especially considering that during those platonic embraces they’d always been dressed…and standing up.

“This is Las Vegas,” she mumbled, glancing around the hotel room.

“It sure is.”

“I thought I came to Vegas with Trevor.” She closed her eyes and tried to force her mushy brain to remember the previous evening. Hell, she’d be happy to remember the nightbeforelast.

That’s it. I’m never drinking again.

“You did come with Trev. I followed you.” Aaron’s grip on her waist tightened briefly before his hand moved, his fingers roaming suggestively on her stomach.

Oh shit.Aaron stroking her skin should not feel so good. Had he always been this muscular? This built? This sexy? His typically short black hair had gotten longer in the last few months, and she wondered what it would feel like to run her fingers through it. She was suddenly having very impure thoughts about her best friend. She forced herself to ignore his touches as she tried to remember what he’d said.

“Why did you follow me?”

“I was worried about you, Riley. You took off with Trevor. He’s not exactly known for his intellect or sobriety.”

“WhereisTrev?” She prayed he wasn’t in the room as well.

“Last time I saw him, he was heading for a hotel room with some hooker named Bella.”

“Riiiiight.” She dragged out the word, trying to recall if she’d actually met this Bella chick.

“You don’t remember that?” His hand paused an inch above her panty line and she was two seconds away from suggesting he move it just a bit farther south. She loved morning sex.

Fuck! This is Aaron. Stop it, Riley.

“I don’t remember the hooker,” she admitted.

“What do you remember?”

She took a deep breath and forced herself to roll to her back. She needed to see his face, wanted to read his expressions in some vain hope of figuring out what the hell was going on. He allowed her to turn but his hand never left her body. She tried to calm her racing heart at the feeling of his palm resting against her bare skin.

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