Page 61 of Into The Light

I shook my head but realized the error of that idea when it intensified the spinning. “I’m fine. I think.”

“Are you sure?”

“I might be sick,” I admitted, feeling the waves of nausea traveling up into my throat.

“I’m so sorry.” He took my face between his hands. “Just look at me and breathe.”

The back and forth swaying made it hard to focus on his face, but second by second the motion subsided and soon I stood erect staring up into those incredible blue eyes. The nausea dissipated, and I blew out a deep breath. “Whoa. That. Was. Crazy.”

The concern on his face softened, and a smile took its place. “It’s kind of fun, isn’t it?”

“A little warning next time. And maybe some Dramamine. But yeah... that was fun.”

A car horn honked, and I looked away from him for the first time. It was only then I realized we were standing on the sidewalk of a busy street in downtown New York. People moved in herds around us and cars buzzed down the busy street. I had been so entranced in his eyes that I hadn’t even noticed we were no longer alone.

“Mr. Mackay! Over here!”

Cyrus waved from the limo just a few car lengths up from us.

“Can you walk?” Aiden brushed a hand down my arm.

“I think so.” I took a wobbly step. My legs turned to rubber, and I stumbled forward.

Aiden caught me in his arms. “I think I should carry you. It takes a while to get used to the speed and until then, it takes a while to recover from it.”

“Good idea.” I had no desire to end our incredible night in a heap on the sidewalk with my dress up over my head. Once again, I felt thankful for my underwear just in case I went down.

A gentle scoop pulled me up against his chest. I slung my arm around his shoulder and giggled when our eyes met. “Here I am all ‘damsel in distressy’ again. It seems I’m making a habit of this.”

“It’s a habit I’m more than happy to feed.” He smiled.

“Do you need help?” Cyrus asked, hurrying to our side.

“Someone had a bit too much birthday champagne,” he lied. “Just get the door and we should be just fine.”

“Damn bubbly,” I said, solidifying the story. “I’m a lightweight.”

“I’ve been there a few times myself!” Cyrus chuckled and opened the limo door, stepping aside so Aiden could lower me in.

Once he’d situated me on the seat, Aiden slid his arm out from under me and scooted to my side.

“Are you heading back to the airport, Mr. Mackay?”

Aiden looked at his watch. “Yes, Cyrus. It’s time we got back.”

Cyrus didn’t hesitate and hopped into the driver’s seat and got us underway. We needed to make it home before sunrise. It was time for tonight to end... and I didn’t want it to.

I never wanted tonight to end.

I wanted more of everything... but especially more of Aiden. My body still burned where he had touched it, and the places he hadn’t touched still begged for his attention. If the divider in the limo hadn’t been down, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have thrown myself on top of him.

It had been a year since I’d had sex, and at least five years since I’d had good sex. Jeff wasn’t a stallion in the sack to begin with, and the last years together had been the old married couple kind of encounters. A nudge of the elbow to get things started, a few pumps, and a faked orgasm and it was over. Over the past few years I’d begun to wonder if I even liked sex. It became more of a chore than a desire and something that never occurred to me until Jeff would elbow me in the side and say, ‘Wanna do it?’. I usually obliged him, but I often wondered if I was defective and that thing that made you want to get it on had left me. When Aiden had touched me, that thing sprang back to life with renewed enthusiasm, alive and well.

Really well.

We arrived at the airport and Cyrus pulled us up to the stairs of the plane. Opening the door, he stepped aside, and Aiden climbed out first, extending a hand and pulling me up to his side. Just the touch of his skin had every nerve in my body on fire again.

“Are you okay to walk?” Aiden asked.