“Wait until I’ve got you back in bed.”
He felt her shiver through their handclasp. Sweet Lyssa with the open-book smile did have some secrets, like her hidden desire to be ridden hard and put away wet. He couldn’t help but wonder if any other man had taken the time to learn that about her. He would have eventually, even had he not been privy to her thoughts in her dreams. He was grateful, however, that he didn’t need to wait to find out. Their strongest tie was the desire her body remembered. He wouldn’t let her forget it.
In the meantime, they had to make it through the day, which so far had worked against him every step of the way. But he would get Lyssa alone, and he would tell her everything, just as soon as she slowed down long enough to listen. Needing his explanation to be both clear and believable, Aidan leaned his head back and closed his eyes, absorbing the feel of the morning air rushing over him.
It was a bit chilly, as she’d warned, but the warmth he felt inside from Lyssa’s repeated heated glances kept him comfortable. Beneath his left hand, he felt the books he’d brought from the Twilight. He hoped they would give him the answers he needed to keep Lyssa safe. Something, anything that could prove without a doubt either that there was no Key or, if the Elders were correct about its existence, that Lyssa wasn’t it.
Aidan cursed the fact that he hadn’t paid more attention during history lessons, but he had been young and randy. Ready to fight and fuck to his heart’s content. He hadn’t been mature enough to consider the future in all its many facets. He certainly hadn’t known that one day he would find someone who would remind him that he had deeper needs than carnal ones.
Lyssa kept her silence, making him wish he could read her thoughts as he had been able to do in the Twilight. Her conscious mind was understandably confused, but her subconscious remembered him. He could only hope that would be enough to carry them through his explanations. He was going to sound like a madman.
“Talk to me,” he said in a low voice, just loud enough to be heard over the wind.
“Why don’t you do the talking?” she retorted. “Tell me how you know so much about me.”
He sighed. So that’s what she was thinking about.
Where to begin? Did he start with the part explaining he was an alien? Or did he begin with her being the prophesied destruction of two worlds?
Either way, she had to understand who he was and what he was doing, before common sense overrode her gut instincts and urged her to kick him out. He didn’t want to kidnap her or force her to do anything against her will. But he would, if doing so saved her life.
The Roadster pulled to an abrupt stop, ending that train of thought. Lifting his head and opening his eyes, Aidan saw the back door to the clinic just a few feet away. When Lyssa hopped out of the car, he leaned over and grabbed her wrist. “Can you get out of here early?”
She pursed her lush lips a moment and then nodded. “I’m going to try.”
“Hey. What’s going on?” a voice called out.
Aidan kept his gaze trained on the woman of his dreams as guilt and confusion clouded her lovely features.
“Shit,” she breathed. “It’s Chad.”
Lyssa stared down at the half-naked wet dream in her passenger seat and told herself, Wake up wake up wake up…
Talk about a nightmare in broad daylight. How the hell was she going to explain this, when she had no idea what was going on herself? She had damp hair. Aidan did, too, and he was bare-chested. They looked guilty of everything they’d done.
“Uh…hate to interrupt, but Mrs. Yamamoto is starting to get pissy.” The sound of Stacey’s voice coming from the rear door of the clinic was such a relief, Lyssa decided to give her a raise. “She and her cat have been waiting almost twenty minutes.”
“I’m coming in now.” Taking a deep breath of courage, Lyssa tugged free of Aidan’s grip and faced a scowling Chad.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his gaze looking over her shoulder and then rising above her head as she heard the passenger door open and shut behind her.
“Chad, this is Aidan. He’s a…friend of my mom.” She adjusted her stance to see both men at once, and then cringed when she saw their aggressive postures. “Aidan, this is Chad.”
“Hi.” Chad thrust out his hand. “I’m Lyssa’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.”
The tensing of Aidan’s jaw was audible, but he reciprocated the gesture.
When Chad pulled his hand away he was flexing it, and Lyssa could only imagine how crushing Aidan’s grip had been.
“Well…” She cleared her throat nervously and caught up her purse. “I’ve got to get to work. Chad, did you need something?”