Page 73 of Heating Up (Nugget)
She grabbed his shoulders, quivering as her body rocked from orgasm, calling his name over and over again.
He latched onto her lips with his to hush her. But he liked the noises she made, the way she said “Aidan.” Hell, he reveled in them. They made something expand in his chest. And when he saw her eyes darken with heat, and maybe something else, it brought him impossible pleasure.
Aidan flipped Dana onto her back, propping himself above her so he could look his fill, and entered her again in one long, hard thrust. Surprised that he’d managed to last this long, he tried to take his time. But Dana wasn’t having it, bucking under him, imploring him to come closer, to go faster.
He aimed to please and thrusted harder, pounding into her until he felt her breath hitch and her body spasm. That was when he let himself go, throwing his head back and rocking with her. The tremor that ripped through him felt euphoric, like he was having an out-of-body experience. Never before could he remember it being like this. He’d had good sex, even great sex, but nothing this intense.
“Dana?” He rolled off her and gathered her close in his arms. “What just happened here?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “Will it be weird . . . us living together?”
“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, rubbing circles on her back and kissing the sensitive spot behind her ear.
“We should probably make some rules, a list of dos and don’ts, so we don’t turn this into an issue.”
There she went with her rules and lists; she’d probably hang them on the refrigerator. “Could we catch an hour’s sleep first?” He palmed her sweet ass and tucked her head into his shoulder. “I thought women liked to cuddle afterward.”
“I do . . . but don’t you think we should—”
“ ’Night, baby.” And with her nestled against him, he fell asleep.
By the time he woke, there was sunshine streaming through the shutters. Shit! He wondered if her parents were awake and if they’d noticed the lights on by the pool and his truck parked in their circular drive. Although from what he’d seen of Dana’s mom, she didn’t notice much. It was one thing to mourn a dead child years after he’d died—Aidan could sympathize—but it was a mortal sin in his book to treat her living one like she was dead too. Frankly, it had taken all his willpower not to call the woman on it. Couldn’t she see what she was doing to Dana?
“Hey.” He nuzzled her cheek. “It’s morning.”
“Huh.” She came awake gradually. Disoriented, but so, so beautiful she made Aidan’s chest ache.
She blinked at the clock on the side table, and Aidan watched as she slowly put the pieces together. “Uh-oh.”
“Is this gonna be a problem?”
She looked at him like he was out of focus and she was trying to clear her vision. “You mean with my parents?”
“Yeah.”
Letting out a humorless laugh, she said, “No. They won’t even have realized we stayed the night. But I have a ten o’clock appointment.”
“I can get you there in time.”
She slid her legs over the side of the bed, holding the blanket against her chest, scanning the room. “I can’t remember where I left my clothes.”
“In one of those changing rooms outside. I’ll get them for you.” He reached across the bed for her. “Hey, come here for a second.”
She suddenly seemed shy and guardedly leaned closer. Aidan kissed her.
“I have morning breath,” she said and got up, pulling the blanket around her, and went to the bathroom.
Aidan grabbed his clothes off the chair and started to dress. He’d shower at home. Before Dana came out, he went in search of her clothes, came back in, and handed them to her through the bathroom door.
“Thanks.” She emerged a little while later fully dressed and ready to go. “I just have to leave a note for the housekeeper about changing the bedding.”
“Okay. You want to meet me in the truck?”
“That would be good.”
Aidan figured she’d probably go inside the main house to check on her parents. “Come get me if you need anything.” Like rescuing.
She flashed a wry smile and he left, finding his way back to the front of the house to his Expedition. For a house in the city, it had a lot of grounds. Everywhere he looked were expansive gardens, lawns, and terraces. The Calloways must have a hell of a landscaping team. Funny, he’d never figured Dana for a rich girl. He knew her family owned the candy company but had no idea that it was this profitable. Besides, she worked harder than most people he knew and seemed to be conscientious about money, not like a woman who’d been born with a silver spoon in her mouth.
