Page 46 of An Enchanted Spring

She knew Ben was close, but here in Aidan’s arms, she felt safe.

Protected.

It was a heady feeling, to be important enough to someone that they were willing to protect you with their life.

She clung to him tightly, reveling in the feel of his chest pressing against her shirt, dampening it with the water he hadn’t bothered to towel off. His tongue shut off her brain, and her body took over. She was all sensation, his hands leaving a fiery trail wherever they touched. He broke the kiss to lift her shirt over her head, and in that moment, she was more than thankful for the baby-blue lace bra in the suitcase he’d brought for her.

She swallowed hard at the expression in his eyes.

Gently, Aidan laid her on the bed, kissing her lips, neck,ears. Her desire was building to a fever pitch. She trailed her hands down his sides, reaching for him, but he caught her wrist and gently brought it back to his mouth.

“If you touch me, this will be over before it begins,” he said with a grin, tracing the back of her hand with his lips.

“We wouldn’t want that,” Emma breathed as he nibbled the inside of the wrist he held.

She cupped his face, and his green eyes intensified. “Emma, I will make this so good for you.”

“If your kisses are any indication, I’m in for the time of my life.”

“’Tis just the start, lass. I believe I owe you a ravishing.”

“Promises, promises,” she murmured. He arched a brow at her, then traced her breast with his fingertip, effectively cutting off any further conversation as she sucked in a breath. “Oh…”

He kissed her again, smiling against her lips. She couldn’t help but grin back.

He unzipped her jeans, and a slow, sexy smile spread across his face when he saw that her panties matched her bra. “I don’t expect to be finished for a long, long time.”

In one fluid movement, he pulled her jeans off and kissed her belly. Everything south of her navel clenched in anticipation, and she closed her eyes and dropped her head back.

If this was the path the Universe wanted her to take, then she had no problem marching happily onwards.

Someone banged on the door, hard. “My laird!”

Emma’s eyes flew open. Aidan ignored whoever was at the door and placed a palm on her stomach, rooting her to the spot. He kissed the inside of her thigh, and a small moan escaped her.

“My laird—they went after O’Rourke as well!”

Aidan’s demeanor changed so fast, Emma was still trying to identify what his expression was when he leaped off thebed and strode to the door. She barely managed to cover herself with the bed comforter when he flung the door open.

Sans towel.

“Explain,” he barked.

Cian didn’t even blink at Aidan’s nudity. “Colin called. He just arrived here, and is safe ’tis but for a scratch on his arm.”

Aidan swore and punched the wall next to the door, his fist making an impressive hole. “How did he track us so quickly?!”

Well. The Universe couldn’t have made that any clearer.Emma pulled the comforter tighter around herself, her fear returning in full force.

Cian leaned in and whispered something, and Aidan nodded grimly. “We leave within the hour. Call Les, get the jet ready. I want to be on Irish soil by tonight.” Aidan slammed the door, then walked to the bed and shrugged on a tee shirt.

“You put a hole in the wall,” she said, her voice shaking.

He sat swiftly and handed her shirt to her. “I’ll never hurt you, Emmaline. You have my word. But there’s something you should know about me.”

Emma fumbled with her shirt. It was slightly damp from where Aidan had pressed against her.

“I’m a bit…traditional.” He slid the zipper closed on his jeans, and Emma tried really hard not to take a moment to enjoy the way they encased his behind.

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