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“Ah, no. Don’t talk to him.”
“Good! Because I can’t apologize when it felt like heaven having you wrapped up around me with your soft curves rubbing up against mine,” he whispers, and moves in to nuzzle my neck, drawing a sigh from my lips.
What is he doing to me?
“I certainly can’t apologize when you make me feel things no other woman has ever come close to making me feel.”
His lips skim along my neck while I raise both my hands and slide them into his hair. He groans against my skin as his hips arch and thrust.
Hesitantly, I slip my hand between us and palm the bulge behind his zipper. He quickly grabs my wrist and pins it above my head.
“You touch me there and I won’t be able to stop what happens next,” Aiden pants and returns his face to the curve of my neck, a place I think he likes.
When Aiden releases my hand, I slide my fingers through his hair, craving him like a drug. The only thing stopping me is knowing that afterward I’d have to go home to Greg. I wouldn’t be able to stay with Aiden no matter how much we both would want that.
Aiden is special and is already buried so deeply in my heart that it hurts—badly—as I live a lie with someone else when the man I love stands before me.
“I know you have to go home,” he whispers. “I know that, but just for once, I want to pretend you’re mine…I want to hold you close and pretend that I don’t have to let you go.”
I tighten my arms around Aiden’s neck and sigh in pleasure at the feel of him against me. He’s all hard muscle, pure man, and I know that I only have to say the word and I’ll be under him on his bed.
I want that more than he can possibly know.
For the first time in the past seven years, I want more than a sham marriage. But with three years left of my contract to fulfill, I don’t see a way out.
1
Ten months later ~ Sarah
The smile that is currently splitting my face would be embarrassing if I stop to think about it, but Aiden is a sight for my aching heart as he strides toward me.
We shouldn’t even be here together, but only catching glimpses of each other since his brother’s wedding has me, and I guess him, at the end of our patience.
Aiden has made my heart flutter in my chest since the first time I’d laid eyes on him when I’d come to the farm to talk to his father. Aiden’s green eyes had held me captive and they still do. Just one look from him is a like a caress over my heated skin.
He isn’t as large as his other brothers, but his slim build is muscular, and the feel of his hands on me always sends shards of pleasure through my blood, even just the simplest of touches while I’m working.
As he gets closer his breath freezes in the cold February air, and then he’s in front of me, cupping my face between his gloved hands.
“Sarah,” he breathes as his lips hover above mine. He closes his eyes and says, “I’ve missed you…God, you’re mine. Mine.” He seals our lips together, and his firm mouth demands a response.
Returning his kiss with a reckless abandon, I feel his hands slip inside my jacket to my waist. He presses me against him except it only frustrates me because I can’t feel the contours of his body with our bulky clothing in the way.
Aiden growls. “I need more of you.” He kisses down the side of my neck and back to my lips. “Sarah…Sarah.”
“Take me somewhere warmer, Aiden. I need to feel you against me.”
He lifts his head and meets my gaze. “I won’t take it too far. You have my word, even if it kills me.”
“I trust you,” I admit, because I do trust him.
Breathing heavily, he takes my hand and tugs me toward the house. “Wait, we can’t go in there.”
“Everyone is out.” He pauses and waits for me to let him know that I’m okay with this, and I smile because I’m more than okay when it means that I get him alone.
However, I won’t make love with him. I can’t. Aiden still doesn’t know about my marriage, and it hurts that Greg won’t allow me to tell him. Aiden is living with the knowledge that he wants another man’s wife. I can’t sleep with him and have him think that I was then going back to Greg and also sleeping with him. As much as I want Aiden, I can’t do that to him.
Holding the truth inside of me hurts and I’m so close to blurting it out. Greg doesn?
