The Absolution of Aidan(37)

“I hope you’re not mad.” His voice is smooth, yet abrasive at the same time. “I’m not,” I say breathlessly. “Good. I was kidding about his clothes. They’re in a plastic bag in the laundry room.” He begins to circle the outer edge of my ear with his tongue while pressing his erection into my backside. “You’re teasing me,” I moan. “No. I’m letting you know that I saw your pills, which means when I get back, I’m sinking inside of you, Deidre. Deep, hard, and rough.” The way he pronounces his words has me quivering everywhere. Especially between my legs, the one spot I desire him to pummel into the most. Before I spin him around and devour him right here, it hits me he mentioned when he came back. Where does he have to go?

Weaving my way out of his hold, I turn to face him. Those deep baby blues of his turn dark, fill with lust, a craving he only wants me to fill.

I feel like I’m walking from shallow waters, where you can see the bottom, to deeper waters, where you have no idea when you’re going to drop off into the deep end. His eyes are hungry, like a shark in those waters, circling around until he’s ready to attack. My chest drags me under those waters, and yet, I still breathe. That is until he leans down and presses his lips to mine. Our kiss starts off slow, then rapidly turns passionate. Lingering, his lean body pulls me in tight. Our tongues taste, exploring one another’s mouth. He feels so good. And god, the way he consumes every crevice inside my mouth leaves me breathless, panting and wanting more when we break apart. My scattered brain is lost to him.

We stare at each other for a few moments. I forgot all about him leaving until he speaks again.

“There’s something I have to do. That’s why Roan is here.” My forehead wrinkles in confusion.

“Why do I have the feeling I’m not going to like this something you have to do?” My voice is raspy. A subtle film of sweat evolves in the middle of my chest along with a ping of hurt and worry.

“We found Ryan’s sister. You know, the one they asked me to kill?” How could I forget? His mother and half-brother are pure evil. More fucked up than I can even begin to comprehend.

I think, no, I know I just fell a little more for Aidan right here in my kitchen. This right here proves it. He’s a protector, like Roan, Cain, and Dilan. My god, if I could leap into his chest right now and hug his heart, I would.

“You’re going to her?” I gulp out, my pulse stumbling down the worry path. I try my best not to let on how worried I really am. I hate this kind of life, especially for him. His crappy family showing up out of the blue, thinking they could get him to go and take an innocent woman’s life, leaves him no choice but to tell her. It makes me even angrier than I was when I first stumbled upon the interaction between them yesterday.

“We are. She’s in Philly. There’s really not much information on her or her mother. I do know she’s a dental hygienist and still lives with her mother.” His face pinches into an expression I cannot quite put my finger on. Then it hits me. He’s worried for her. Which now makes me more concerned. I keep my feelings hidden, although I wonder why he kept all of this from me during our many conversations last night. I’m not about to ask him, though. The less I know right now, the better.

“Okay then, go to her. Do what you have to do. We’ll be here when you get back.” I say this like it’s an everyday habit. When a genuine smile spreads across his face, I can’t help but smile, too. Even though mine is filled with dread, I fake it.

“That’s my sweet, little tart of a girl,” he says teasingly. I hope anyway.

“You do know that sweet and tart don’t really mix well, don’t you?” He moves in closer, shadowing over my petite frame.

“They do when it comes to you.” His lips press firmly to mine, this kiss quick and simple.

“I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.” He’s looking down at me with a roguish smile.

“You don’t have my number.” I bat my eyelashes then duck my head playfully.

“I do when you leave your phone on the counter.” My eyes narrow. That fucker better not have drummed his way into my phone. I have a password on there.

“Spill, asshole. How did you get into my phone?” He grins like he’s won this round of our devious little battle.

“First try, baby. Diesel’s birthdate.” His eyes flash to my mouth and back to my eyes several times. He’s patiently waiting for me to strum up some smartass comment. Well, hell. He may have won this round, but the battle is far from over.

“You’re a…” I start to say, but he shuts me up gladly when he captures my mouth with his once again. God, I could eat this man alive. Like lick, suck, bite, and engulf him in ways I have dreamed about. My tongue is thirsty. I drink him in, sucking his tongue into my mouth, biting gently as I do so. Aidan growls, consuming me the same way I’m attacking him. Devilishly. Deliciously. Want meets need. Starving meets fulfilling. And god, he’s accomplishing those tasks in every way. I’m heating up. I’m aching for him.