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Chalisa drew in a breath and swallowed. Her lovely neck bobbed and her pulse visibly raced out of control. He remembered when she’d kissed his pulse point. Three months ago. How could he forget? He’d tried to shove it all away, to bury the perfect memories. At the moment, he recalled in vibrant colors every detail of that night. Of her.
His gaze lifted to hers, and the yearning in her blue eyes thrust him off the cliff.
His arms were around her back and she was in his embrace before he could let himself rethink it. His perfect woman was right where she should be. Finally.
He bent low and his lips found her neck. He took his time tasting the pulse point and inhaling her delicious scent. He pressed heated kisses to her skin and worked his way up to her lips. Chalisa’s quick pants for air and the way her body melted against his reassured him he was doing exactly what he should.
Chalisa was his, and nobody could separate them.
He drew level with her mouth and their gazes met. Chalisa’s blue eyes. Her perfect shape in his arms. If he was a drug addict, she’d be his cocaine. What kind of rehab facility could help him conquer his Chalisa addiction?
Everlasting love. How was he supposed to fight against that?
She gave him the sweetest smile and ran her hands along his jawline, threading them into his hair. He tingled from her very touch. Nothing like this had ever happened to him. Except with her.
He bowed his head to capture her lips.
A loud rap came on the door.
Aiden cursed and drew back an inch.
She arched her eyebrows, but her smile grew. “Shall we ignore them and forget dinner?”
“Yes,” he groaned. Nothing had ever sounded better. Ignore whoever was knocking, ignore his responsibilities, ignore his future, ignore that he was going to devastate this angel when he had to walk away from her at the end of the week.
What kind of pathetic, out-of-control jerk was he?
The rap came again.
“Chalisa? Do you want to walk down to dinner with us?”
He thought it was her sister’s voice.
Aiden drew on all his supposed strength and released her. She stuttered on her heels and looked wounded.
He was a weak excuse for a man. At least he hadn’t kissed her. Small consolation. The only reason he hadn’t was the untimely knock.
Sorry, Dad.
“I’ll go shower and meet you at dinner,” he said stiffly, hating that he couldn’t be the one to strut down those stairs with Chalisa on his arm. He didn’t deserve that privilege. He didn’t deserve her. Even if he did, she could never be his.
She looked him over, her cheeks flushed, her blue eyes slowly going from sparkling to concerned. Then she nodded. Somehow Chalisa knew him better than anyone in this world, maybe even better than Ike. With one searching glance, she understood he was at a breaking point, and of course his Chalisa was sweet enough not to push him.
He couldn’t even manage a smile as he hurried to the left and into the bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he leaned back against it and listened to her greet her family and explain he was running behind and he’d meet them at dinner.
What did Chalisa’s face look like right now? Still flushed? Had his beard made the soft skin of her neck red from all the kisses he’d planted on it? Did her family recognize how close they’d been to one of the best kissing sessions of the century? Had Aiden dirtied her or her dress with the blood and dirt he’d been covered with? Was Kingston realizing Aiden was toying with her emotions again?
He hadn’t meant to.
That was a weak excuse, and he wasn’t a weak man.
Except for around her.
Finally, the suite was quiet. Aiden banged his head against the door a few times. It didn’t help. How in the world was he going to survive this week without succumbing to his longing for Chalisa?
If only he could fight Kingston all over again. That was much easier than not capturing Chalisa in his arms and devouring her lips.
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