her mouth, giving his tongue access.
The spell was broken when Adele, her worries assuaged, giggled behind her.
“Enough, Sophie.” She had moved away from her and Aidan and was standing closer to Brad. “I’ll stop being a bitch. Go. Have fun. Call me.”
Sophie met Aidan’s eyes and saw the same shock there she knew was in her own. Neither had expected that the kiss would affect them so strongly. The clouds in his eyes broke and his lips twisted into a lazy smile. He reached for her arm, but she broke away and wrapped her arms around Adele.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Call me as soon as you can. Be safe.”
“I’ll try.” Brad slipped his arm through Adele’s, and she raised her other one to wave goodbye to Sophie and Aidan as they made their way to the doors. When she looked back again, Adele was gone.
Her course was set. She was going with the strong, enigmatic man who kissed like a god.
She was furious with herself for kissing him, furious that a man who’d brought her such pain could reduce her to a hot, wet puddle on the hotel floor without even touching her skin with his hands. It was his fault, Sophie decided, for forcing her into that position.
“You don’t know her,” she said suddenly, desperate for him to understand what she’d done. “She’s doesn’t let go of things when she’s worried. I couldn’t think of another way to convince her. You said you’d shoot her if I didn’t. You would have.”
Chapter Five
Outside, she glared at Aidan and moved a few feet away from him. Aidan tensed to run after her, but Sophie didn’t bolt. “Don’t touch me again,” she said. He nodded tersely and shuffled her down the busy street.
The faster he walked, the more heated Sophie grew. He had to be schizophrenic, she mused. One moment he was torturing her so that she saw black, remembered the orchard, remembered the way the sky ballooned above her when the fell. The next moment he was kissing her so that she saw red and felt fire eat its way through her body in hot, hungry bites.
It wasn’t necessary for him to kiss her back, she mused. She could feel the heat from the pavement rising up around her jeans and imagined it was near unbearable during the day. It only made her angrier. He probably kissed her like that to humiliate or tame her.
Sophie took deliberate steps, punishing the ground with each stride because she couldn’t punish him. The bastard got off scot free. Spices from vendors still danced in the air, tickling her nose and making it difficult to keep her head of steam intact. Music bled through the thin walls of nightclubs designed to cater to Western tourists.
Groups of people walked by, laughing or arguing, but no one noticed that anything was wrong. Sophie had always prided herself on her observational skills, but she wasn’t sure she’d have noticed anything wrong if she’d seen two people in her situation.
Hell, she hadn’t even realized Aidan was in her bathroom.
She was angry, Aidan thought. It must be hell on her to bottle it up, when a girl like that was built to rage. He’d been in the business of people long enough to know what it meant when she huffed out her breath and pushed through congregating crowds who stood between her and the next section of the sidewalk.
Chances were, the kiss had actually pissed her off. He took comfort in the fact that he hadn’t initiated it. Aidan had been planning a cutting remark for Adele when Sophie threw her tight little body against his and kissed him like it was the last pleasure she’d get in life.
He should have pushed her away, even though her ruse had the desired result. But the attraction that had taken root complicated things. She still smelled like soap and roses; when her body had fitted itself to his, Aidan had gotten immediately hard.
No way Sop hie hadn’t known it, he admitted. She’d rubbed up against him until all the passion he’d been denying himself roared to life and the kiss
The spell was broken when Adele, her worries assuaged, giggled behind her.
“Enough, Sophie.” She had moved away from her and Aidan and was standing closer to Brad. “I’ll stop being a bitch. Go. Have fun. Call me.”
Sophie met Aidan’s eyes and saw the same shock there she knew was in her own. Neither had expected that the kiss would affect them so strongly. The clouds in his eyes broke and his lips twisted into a lazy smile. He reached for her arm, but she broke away and wrapped her arms around Adele.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Call me as soon as you can. Be safe.”
“I’ll try.” Brad slipped his arm through Adele’s, and she raised her other one to wave goodbye to Sophie and Aidan as they made their way to the doors. When she looked back again, Adele was gone.
Her course was set. She was going with the strong, enigmatic man who kissed like a god.
She was furious with herself for kissing him, furious that a man who’d brought her such pain could reduce her to a hot, wet puddle on the hotel floor without even touching her skin with his hands. It was his fault, Sophie decided, for forcing her into that position.
“You don’t know her,” she said suddenly, desperate for him to understand what she’d done. “She’s doesn’t let go of things when she’s worried. I couldn’t think of another way to convince her. You said you’d shoot her if I didn’t. You would have.”
Chapter Five
Outside, she glared at Aidan and moved a few feet away from him. Aidan tensed to run after her, but Sophie didn’t bolt. “Don’t touch me again,” she said. He nodded tersely and shuffled her down the busy street.
The faster he walked, the more heated Sophie grew. He had to be schizophrenic, she mused. One moment he was torturing her so that she saw black, remembered the orchard, remembered the way the sky ballooned above her when the fell. The next moment he was kissing her so that she saw red and felt fire eat its way through her body in hot, hungry bites.
It wasn’t necessary for him to kiss her back, she mused. She could feel the heat from the pavement rising up around her jeans and imagined it was near unbearable during the day. It only made her angrier. He probably kissed her like that to humiliate or tame her.
Sophie took deliberate steps, punishing the ground with each stride because she couldn’t punish him. The bastard got off scot free. Spices from vendors still danced in the air, tickling her nose and making it difficult to keep her head of steam intact. Music bled through the thin walls of nightclubs designed to cater to Western tourists.
Groups of people walked by, laughing or arguing, but no one noticed that anything was wrong. Sophie had always prided herself on her observational skills, but she wasn’t sure she’d have noticed anything wrong if she’d seen two people in her situation.
Hell, she hadn’t even realized Aidan was in her bathroom.
She was angry, Aidan thought. It must be hell on her to bottle it up, when a girl like that was built to rage. He’d been in the business of people long enough to know what it meant when she huffed out her breath and pushed through congregating crowds who stood between her and the next section of the sidewalk.
Chances were, the kiss had actually pissed her off. He took comfort in the fact that he hadn’t initiated it. Aidan had been planning a cutting remark for Adele when Sophie threw her tight little body against his and kissed him like it was the last pleasure she’d get in life.
He should have pushed her away, even though her ruse had the desired result. But the attraction that had taken root complicated things. She still smelled like soap and roses; when her body had fitted itself to his, Aidan had gotten immediately hard.
No way Sop hie hadn’t known it, he admitted. She’d rubbed up against him until all the passion he’d been denying himself roared to life and the kiss
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