Page 110 of One Time in Paris
They panted against each other, their mouths consuming one another’s in a full-throated kiss, his hands grabbing hers, fingers intertwining. As though they wanted to meld their bodies into one.
Together.
Maybe it was the argument, or the fact that he’d opened a cataclysmic door for them, but her body flushed with heat, the intensity of her need like never before. Her legs trembled as the waves of pleasure built to a scalding point, each thrust, each moan, each whispered word of praise sending her higher and higher into a heaven of bliss unlike she’d ever experienced.
Then, as though a dam had broken, white-hot bliss broke through her, curling her toes, making her thighs fall slack. Then Aiden groaned, releasing deeply inside her, his arms tight around her as he slowed, then stilled.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their chests heaving for air.
Isla pressed her cheek into the curve of his neck, relishing in the feeling of his heartbeat pounding against her own. “I love you,” she whispered at last.
“I love you, too, Isla.” Aiden breathed hard, then pulled himself free of her and rolled to his side. “Fuck, I’m exhausted.”
She took a moment to return to earth, then climbed out of the bed, went into his bathroom, and took care of herself. Running the warm water on the sink, she looked around for a washcloth, soaked and wrung it out, then returned to the bed.
Aiden still lay there, half asleep. She crawled onto the bed, then cleaned him off with the washcloth.
His eyes popped open. “Thank you,” he said, surprise in his voice.
“You take care of me. I take care of you,” she said with a gentle smile. “It’s the least I can do.”
She returned the cloth to the sink, then went back and got under the sheets beside him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, folding her into his arms.
The hell if I know.
But she didn’t say that. Wouldn’t say that.
She loved him.
“You asked me to stay, so I’m staying. Good night, Aiden.”
And even though everything felt like such a mess right now—and tomorrow would likely be a disaster—tenuous hope about the future sang through her heart.
This is where I belong.
34
AIDEN
The knockingon Aiden’s door roused him, and he blinked hard, his mind foggy with sleep.
Beside him, Isla gave a soft groan. “How is it morning already?”
But somehow, it was morning—sunlight streamed in through the curtains of his bedroom. He closed one eye as he stared at them sleepily. He was usually gone before the sun came up. Even on the weekends, he usually ran with Callum to start the day.
Shite.That couldn’t be Callum, could it? They hadn’t texted about running today.
But hehadtold Liddy he’d do something to take Callum out for brunch and hadn’t. He’d gotten completely sidetracked with Isla.
Isla grappled with her phone, then sat bolt upright. “Oh my God. Callum’s on his way here.”
Fuck.
Aiden scrambled from the bed, his heart pounding. “What?”
Isla continued scrolling through her phone. “I have a bunch of missed calls from Elle and Kyle—and my mum, apparently. Oh God. He must have found out.” She jumped out of the bed. “Dammit, where are my clothes?”
