case, the fluffy green towel sneaking up her taut thighs, baring smooth, slightly damp skin. “Except some privacy.”
“Ye know I have seen it all.” Not that he couldn’t stand to see it all again, of course.
She looked flushed and smelled heavenly. Oranges and honey, mmm…
Hunger nipped playfully at his insides, but Aidan pushed it aside. He was fine on that front after his drink from her this morning, but the blood thirst lingered anyway, a low level throb. As did his desire for her other charms. Their mutual tension reliever aside, his craving for her refused to go away entirely.
He wasn’t going to fuss about it. He was sure he’d get the chit out of his system… eventually. His eyes lingered on those long legs as Heather got to her feet, clutching her clothes and the towel as she glared down, those gorgeous purple eyes snapping at him.
‘Eventually’ might take a fair bit with this one, he admitted.
“You really love playing the ass, don’t you, Aidan?”
He shrugged at her exasperated look. “Yer in Ireland now. Say ‘arse’, it’s less touristy—and if yer gonna be shy, I promise to cover me eyes.”
“You’ll fucking peek.”
Aidan laughed. “Damme right ye are.”
Heather frowned and turned to go into the bathroom again.
“Oh, n'ver mind then, here,” he laid back on the bed, tucking his hands behind his head and closing his eyes primly. Aidan winced when he heard the whisper of the towel hitting the wood floor. He tried to think of something other than the fact that Heather was naked less than five feet away.
He had been far from done with her when he left Istanbul, but Bav had sent him that dream about Ronan and any sort of a choice taken from him. Friendship took precedent over lust. Back to Ireland he went. Of course, the stupid dream had lied anywa y— not that he was surprised by that.
Even if you knew they were all lying, vicious pricks you had to jump when the gods called—especially where your best mate was concerned. Or in his case, his only mate. Ronan hadn't died despite what the dream had foretold, which was hardly cause for complaint.
He just hadn’t intended to leave Heather so soon. He had been having far too much fun pushing her to explore her dark side and reaping the rewards. She had been delectable and oddly intriguing, but fuck it , he had figured. She was only a woman. So he had left.
Worry for Ronan and the whirl of recent events had kept her from the forefront of his mind, but she had still been there, lurking in the shadows, beckoning him with those violet eyes. He had never expected to see her again. Funny how these things happened… awfully funny come to think of it.
His eyes opened wide. Coincidences were always suspect. When had he forgotten that?
Aidan sat up. Heather finished yanking up a pair of slim-fitting dark jeans and shot him an irritated look.
“Sorry,” he said absently, not seeing her mouth fall open at his apology in his haste to ask the question he felt incredibly stupid for not pushing her on earlier.
“Why are ye in Ireland, Heather?”
She started finger-combing the tangles out of her damp hair. “We covered this, not your business .”
“Piss on tha'. Tell me.”
Her eyebrows raised at the command in his tone and her reply was pure sarcasm. “Hmmm…. I will yea .”
“Oh tha' is me sorted, is it? Throwing me own words back in my face.” Aidan got up from the bed, his voice going low and hard. “Donna fuck with me, Heather.”
She lifted her chin, though he could see the pulse in her delicate throat fluttering madly as he approached. “Why do you want to know so bad? It’s nothing to do with you!”
“Let me be the judge of tha', alright?” He was close enough now to feel the damp heat coming off her freshly washed body. She stared up at him, her face wary and puzzled at his insistence.
Aidan wasn’t an idiot and he knew very well that Heather was more than a beautiful face. This was a damn smart, complex
“Ye know I have seen it all.” Not that he couldn’t stand to see it all again, of course.
She looked flushed and smelled heavenly. Oranges and honey, mmm…
Hunger nipped playfully at his insides, but Aidan pushed it aside. He was fine on that front after his drink from her this morning, but the blood thirst lingered anyway, a low level throb. As did his desire for her other charms. Their mutual tension reliever aside, his craving for her refused to go away entirely.
He wasn’t going to fuss about it. He was sure he’d get the chit out of his system… eventually. His eyes lingered on those long legs as Heather got to her feet, clutching her clothes and the towel as she glared down, those gorgeous purple eyes snapping at him.
‘Eventually’ might take a fair bit with this one, he admitted.
“You really love playing the ass, don’t you, Aidan?”
He shrugged at her exasperated look. “Yer in Ireland now. Say ‘arse’, it’s less touristy—and if yer gonna be shy, I promise to cover me eyes.”
“You’ll fucking peek.”
Aidan laughed. “Damme right ye are.”
Heather frowned and turned to go into the bathroom again.
“Oh, n'ver mind then, here,” he laid back on the bed, tucking his hands behind his head and closing his eyes primly. Aidan winced when he heard the whisper of the towel hitting the wood floor. He tried to think of something other than the fact that Heather was naked less than five feet away.
He had been far from done with her when he left Istanbul, but Bav had sent him that dream about Ronan and any sort of a choice taken from him. Friendship took precedent over lust. Back to Ireland he went. Of course, the stupid dream had lied anywa y— not that he was surprised by that.
Even if you knew they were all lying, vicious pricks you had to jump when the gods called—especially where your best mate was concerned. Or in his case, his only mate. Ronan hadn't died despite what the dream had foretold, which was hardly cause for complaint.
He just hadn’t intended to leave Heather so soon. He had been having far too much fun pushing her to explore her dark side and reaping the rewards. She had been delectable and oddly intriguing, but fuck it , he had figured. She was only a woman. So he had left.
Worry for Ronan and the whirl of recent events had kept her from the forefront of his mind, but she had still been there, lurking in the shadows, beckoning him with those violet eyes. He had never expected to see her again. Funny how these things happened… awfully funny come to think of it.
His eyes opened wide. Coincidences were always suspect. When had he forgotten that?
Aidan sat up. Heather finished yanking up a pair of slim-fitting dark jeans and shot him an irritated look.
“Sorry,” he said absently, not seeing her mouth fall open at his apology in his haste to ask the question he felt incredibly stupid for not pushing her on earlier.
“Why are ye in Ireland, Heather?”
She started finger-combing the tangles out of her damp hair. “We covered this, not your business .”
“Piss on tha'. Tell me.”
Her eyebrows raised at the command in his tone and her reply was pure sarcasm. “Hmmm…. I will yea .”
“Oh tha' is me sorted, is it? Throwing me own words back in my face.” Aidan got up from the bed, his voice going low and hard. “Donna fuck with me, Heather.”
She lifted her chin, though he could see the pulse in her delicate throat fluttering madly as he approached. “Why do you want to know so bad? It’s nothing to do with you!”
“Let me be the judge of tha', alright?” He was close enough now to feel the damp heat coming off her freshly washed body. She stared up at him, her face wary and puzzled at his insistence.
Aidan wasn’t an idiot and he knew very well that Heather was more than a beautiful face. This was a damn smart, complex
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