Page 48 of Heart Strings
I give in to my impulse to softly drag my nails along the edge of his jaw, enjoying the new texture. The caress earns me a sexy moan. I’m instantly ablaze with the sound of his pleasure. There is way too much space between us right now. I let my hand drop from his jaw, down his chest, until my wrist hits the gear shifter. “Sorry. Tight space.”
Aidan’s eyes dance with amusement.
“Do not say a word.”
He grins and raises his hands. “Let the record show I didn’t say anything.”
“I know how your dirty brain works.”
“No. Your brain went there.” Aidan tilts his head and I follow his line of sight. “My brain went there.”
The hearse. The three-alarm fire in my shorts immediately downgrades to the flicker of a single matchstick.
“You can’t be serious.”
His warm hand skims my leg, and I don’t want him to break contact. “I’m serious. Dead serious.” Outside the window, I notice the ram is done posturing and back to grazing.
“In a hearse, Aidan? You’re a very sick man.”
“I’m the best man,” he corrects.
We stare at each other for a beat. It’s such a cheesy joke that I can’t help but smile.
“We won’t get another chance till after the reception.” He’s right. Once we’re back at Castle Teachan, I’ll be busy making sure the ceremony is on time, the wedding party is in their places, and the reception events are on schedule. And he’ll be…other than holding on to the rings and giving an embarrassing speech at the reception, I’m not sure what else he’s responsible for. His hand slips higher. He drags a thumb up the seam of my shorts, just enough pressure that he must feel the heat there. Now it’s hard to think at all. “Already thinking about my mouth on you, aren’t you?”
Weakly, I nod.
Aidan leans closer, dropping his voice. “I’m hungry now.”
That silky voice makes me shudder with want. It’s just the confirmation he needs.
Aidan opens the car door and walks to the back of the hearse. I follow. With a quirked brow, he opens the hatch and sweeps his arm in a welcoming gesture.
“Look, if it’s rank in there, we’ll bail. But there are curtains on the windows for privacy and plenty of room. We’re stuck here either way.”
The sheep around us are at a standstill.
I crawl in behind him, keeping my head low. Rose scent lingers in the enclosed, upholstered space. No suspect stains or odor. The door swings shut behind us and I laugh at how ridiculous this is.
“Aren’t you claustrophobic?” I ask.
He crawls closer on his hands and knees. “Guess you’ll just have to distract me, so.” Nimble fingers wrap around my bare ankles, slowly moving up my calves, my thighs. Then he pushes them apart and tilts his head. Enjoying the view.
Breathless, I ask, “Weren’t you just saying something about eating me alive?”
“I don’t want to waste any more time, babe.”
“Not your babe,” I shoot back. “And you’re pretty bold to push my buttons, when I’m about to unfasten yours.”
“Force of habit.” A devilish grin spreads across Aidan’s face.
Carpet covers the floor, but something cold presses against my hip. Metal bars studded with wheels are embedded along the floor. Casters to smoothly roll coffins in.
This is messed up, but I don’t care. We’re alone. When he’s touching me, everything else fades away.
“Let me fuck you with my tongue till you’re delirious.”
I swear, I could get off on his filthy Irish lilt alone. I get to work unbuttoning my shorts. Aidan’s breaths come rapidly as he watches me sit up and toss them aside, then pull my panties down.
