Her eyes widened, her heartbeat increased, and her lips parted just as his mouth took hers.
Suddenly her world stopped turning and then began spinning as fast as her pottery wheel. And like that clay, he molded her to him.
Oh, God, she’d missed him. No, not him. She’d missed this. Kissing. It had been a long time since she’d been in the company of another man. Months. Get real, it’s been years. And no one had ever kissed her like Aidan Harte had, was. He made her shiver. He made her want. His body had changed, matured, and so had his kissing.
She was in trouble.
He flipped her onto her back and settled his weight against hers in all the right places. His body burned against hers, the cold room causing a delicious contrast. He yanked at the knit top she wore, freeing it, leaving her wearing her plain bra, sweatpants, and socks. His hands found her breasts, and he groaned. Tearing his mouth free from hers, his fevered eyes met hers as his hands kneaded her breasts.
“So soft.” He reclaimed her mouth and rubbed his hard length against her. It was her turn to groan as his leg spread her thighs, making room for him to settle himself deeper against her.
How could she want this so badly when she hated him so much? He’d been gone without a word for twelve years. He’d never called, no letter, not even a freaking email. Yeah, she’d told him to never contact her again, but did he have to do exactly that?
His hand cupped her bottom and he lifted her against him. Oh God, that felt good. She hadn’t had an orgasm in…in…well…in a damn long time. Couldn’t she just let him—
No. Stop this now, before it goes any further.
His hand snaked under the waistband of her sweats right to her center. Oh, yes, like that.
Too far, too far. Put a stop to this, now.
Almost far enough—
His fingers entered her. Oh God, yes.
Her body bucked against him. She grabbed the sides of his hips. Her hand covering the tattoo they’d gotten together. His of the sun. Hers, the raven who carried the sun, bringing light and heat to the north. When their bodies were in this position, it looked as though her raven carried his sun on its back just like the Athabascan legend had foretold.
It was erotic. Especially after they’d gotten the tats and Aidan would come up and just place his hand on her hip, right over his raven. They’d share a look and know what the other was thinking. She’d missed that. She’d missed this.
She’d missed him.
What was she doing? She shouldn’t be under him. Shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this. Shouldn’t be caring for him all over again. A sob escaped her. She pushed at his shoulders. No response, just his lips traveling to her neck, his stubble strapping her skin.
“No,” she moaned, pushing at him again. This time her foot connected with his injured leg. He gave a yelp of pain and released her.
She scurried out from under him and stood next to the bed, breathing hard. Her chest rose and fell with the effort, her body mourning the heat of his hands.
He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes sad and beseeching. “Why did you stop loving me, Raven?”
She opened her mouth to answer him but couldn’t find the words. He closed his eyes and let out a breath as though his spirit was in pain and dropped his head to the bed. His shoulders slumped, and she knew he was out again.
The door opened and in walked her mother. “Raven?” She frowned. “I thought you were giving Aidan a sponge bath? Not yourself?”
“What?”
Fiona indicated Raven standing there in her bra.
She grabbed her shirt that was half under Aidan, yanked it free, and put it on.
“What’s been going on here?”
Heat burned her cheeks. “Nothing, I just needed to change my shirt.”
“Into what? You didn’t bring any clothes with you.” Fiona gave her a calculating look but let her off the hook with her next question. “How’s your patient?”
“He isn’t my anything.”
“Right. Want to go over why you were only wearing a bra again?”
“No.” She cleared her throat. “I don’t know how he’s doing.” She didn’t even know if he’d been fully conscious when they’d kissed. She had the feeling she really didn’t know anything at all anymore. Especially about herself.
“I made lunch and thought I’d check to see if he wanted anything to eat.” Fiona glanced down at Aidan. “By the looks of him, he isn’t up to eating food, yet.”
Had her mother put an emphasis on that ‘food?’
“I’m hungry. I didn’t get breakfast.”
“I’ll bring you up a plate then.” Fiona went to leave the room but turned back when she was at the door. “It’s really too bad you two didn’t stay together. I always thought you and he were soul mates.”