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Would he curl one of those big hands around my hip and yank me back against him?
Would he drop the phone, wrap his arm around the front of me, slide it down the opening in my shirt?
Would he slide his arm around my waist? Pluck at the tie of my joggers and shove them out of his way?
In the light, my hand visibly shook when I lifted it to unscrew the fuse.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
My hand froze midair. “What?”
“Take a deep breath.” I did as he asked. “If you’re nervous to do this, I can take over.”
Take over.
I wanted him to take over.
Why was this happening to me? And with this man? I was always the strong one. The together one. The take-charge one.
And in that tiny, dark closet, I wanted him to absolutely dominate me.
Aiden and I were talking about two entirely different things, of that I was certain.
But still, I slid to the side so that my back was to his chest, and when he inhaled, a sharp quick pull of breath, I felt something powerful course under my skin.
“Please,” I whispered. I wanted to turn around and face him, whirl in his arms and press myself against his body. “Please take over,” I begged quietly.
For a beat, the air between us was so thick I couldn’t breathe.
If this was all in my head, I could hardly imagine facing him again.
“Shit,” he grumbled, a delicious vibration of sound at my back. I felt his nose next to my hair, and he inhaled. His chest brushed my back, not accidentally, and not quickly.
The hand holding the screwdriver planted against the wall next to the fuse box, and I arched my neck. His breath hit hot against the skin of my neck. And then, oh, and then, his lips coasted against the shell of my ear. I shivered, and against my ass, he pushed closer.
Not in my head.
Not alone in this.
Because I felt him.
“Is—” Whatever he was going to say next didn’t matter.
“Isabel?” Emmett yelled. “I can’t turn any of the lights on!”
Aiden backed up. The screwdriver fell out of my hand with a noisy clatter, and I moved away from him. I couldn’t even make eye contact as I frantically picked up the screwdriver and held it out to him. He took it.
I called out to Emmett, “Hang on, bud. We’re working on it.”
“I’ll finish up,” Aiden said, his voice rough.
I nodded, escaping into the safety of the hallway. I’d just lifted my eyes to look at him when Emmet slid around the corner with Anya right behind him.
“Iz? Can Anya stay and play when he’s done?”
I could hardly even focus on what he said, but I saw Aiden blink rapidly. He might have had shaking hands as he unscrewed the circuit and yanked out the attached wire, but his jaw was tight, his entire frame looked like a string about to break. He was just as rattled as I was.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged. “I don’t want to hang out at the gym again.”
