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rested on his mouth. What would he say if she walked over to
him, straddled him on the chair, took his face in her hands, and kissed him?
She’d sink her hands into his hair and take time to move her lips across his,
to delve her tongue into his mouth. Those large, strong hands would rise to
hold her, maybe even to cup her breasts. She could only imagine how it would
feel to make love with someone else. Mal hadn’t been bad in bed, but the thought
of letting another man strip her, cover her body with kisses, slide inside her…
It made her heart race.
She wouldn’t, of course. For a start, his
son lay asleep in the bed next to them. And even if he hadn’t been there, she
would never have been brave enough to do it anyway. Aaron liked her, or at
least he gave signs that he did, but she was rusty where signals were
concerned, and maybe she’d read him wrong. She’d die if she plucked up the
courage to kiss him only to have him thrust her away in shock.
Besides, what would he think of her? Only
hours ago, she’d been jilted at the altar. It didn’t say much about her if she
immediately turned to the first guy she met and asked him for sex.
This morning, she’d been prepared to pledge
her life to one man, but he didn’t want her. She’d thought the humiliation had
died down, but at the memory it swept over her again, taking her breath away.
How long would it be before she could think about this morning without bringing
up these emotions?
“Hey.” Aaron stood and walked over to her,
obviously spotting her change of mood. “Come on, don’t get upset again. He
doesn’t deserve your tears.”
“I know. It’s just… I thought I’d gotten
over it. But I haven’t. I keep thinking of that moment when I saw Hitch’s face
and I knew that was it…” She pressed her lips together. She wasn’t going to cry
again!
“Come here.” He put his arms around her
again. “It’s going to be okay. You just need time. It heals all wounds.”
She could barely remember the last time
he’d hugged her—she’d been upset, and it had been nothing more than one human
being giving another comfort. She’d been so caught up in her misery that she
hadn’t really thought about it at all.
This time, though, it felt different. Her
emotions were still in turmoil, but as she slid her arms around his waist, she
was extremely conscious of him as a man. The All Blacks top was silky and
tight, his muscles firm and defined beneath her fingertips. He smelled of warm
male and his enticing aftershave. In the V neck of the top, she could see tanned
skin with a dusting of hair, and she had to restrain herself so she didn’t
reach up and kiss him there. She didn’t know him at all, and yet at that moment
she trusted him as much as any of her friends, even as much as her brother.
He’d rescued her from the rain, brought her back to the room with his son,
shared his food, and attempted to comfort her.
Being there with him, thinking about him
this way… Her brain knew it was wrong. Why did it feel so right in her heart?
She moved back a little, rested her hands
on his chest, and looked up at him. He dropped his arms but slid his hands to
her hips as if reluctant to let her go.
“I want to kiss you,” she said, surprising
herself. “That’s stupid, right? It’s because I’ve been dumped, and I’m hurt,
and I’m looking for comfort. That’s all, isn’t it?”
“Of course.” Except he looked at her lips
as if they were covered in melted chocolate and he wanted to lick it off. “It
can’t be anything else.” His gaze rose to meet hers.
For a long while, they just studied each other.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” he said
eventually. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
His lips curved up. “It would be very wrong
of me. I’d be taking advantage of you. You’re vulnerable right now, very
emotional, and you’ve had a couple of glasses of wine. I’m not perfect by any
means, but I do
him, straddled him on the chair, took his face in her hands, and kissed him?
She’d sink her hands into his hair and take time to move her lips across his,
to delve her tongue into his mouth. Those large, strong hands would rise to
hold her, maybe even to cup her breasts. She could only imagine how it would
feel to make love with someone else. Mal hadn’t been bad in bed, but the thought
of letting another man strip her, cover her body with kisses, slide inside her…
It made her heart race.
She wouldn’t, of course. For a start, his
son lay asleep in the bed next to them. And even if he hadn’t been there, she
would never have been brave enough to do it anyway. Aaron liked her, or at
least he gave signs that he did, but she was rusty where signals were
concerned, and maybe she’d read him wrong. She’d die if she plucked up the
courage to kiss him only to have him thrust her away in shock.
Besides, what would he think of her? Only
hours ago, she’d been jilted at the altar. It didn’t say much about her if she
immediately turned to the first guy she met and asked him for sex.
This morning, she’d been prepared to pledge
her life to one man, but he didn’t want her. She’d thought the humiliation had
died down, but at the memory it swept over her again, taking her breath away.
How long would it be before she could think about this morning without bringing
up these emotions?
“Hey.” Aaron stood and walked over to her,
obviously spotting her change of mood. “Come on, don’t get upset again. He
doesn’t deserve your tears.”
“I know. It’s just… I thought I’d gotten
over it. But I haven’t. I keep thinking of that moment when I saw Hitch’s face
and I knew that was it…” She pressed her lips together. She wasn’t going to cry
again!
“Come here.” He put his arms around her
again. “It’s going to be okay. You just need time. It heals all wounds.”
She could barely remember the last time
he’d hugged her—she’d been upset, and it had been nothing more than one human
being giving another comfort. She’d been so caught up in her misery that she
hadn’t really thought about it at all.
This time, though, it felt different. Her
emotions were still in turmoil, but as she slid her arms around his waist, she
was extremely conscious of him as a man. The All Blacks top was silky and
tight, his muscles firm and defined beneath her fingertips. He smelled of warm
male and his enticing aftershave. In the V neck of the top, she could see tanned
skin with a dusting of hair, and she had to restrain herself so she didn’t
reach up and kiss him there. She didn’t know him at all, and yet at that moment
she trusted him as much as any of her friends, even as much as her brother.
He’d rescued her from the rain, brought her back to the room with his son,
shared his food, and attempted to comfort her.
Being there with him, thinking about him
this way… Her brain knew it was wrong. Why did it feel so right in her heart?
She moved back a little, rested her hands
on his chest, and looked up at him. He dropped his arms but slid his hands to
her hips as if reluctant to let her go.
“I want to kiss you,” she said, surprising
herself. “That’s stupid, right? It’s because I’ve been dumped, and I’m hurt,
and I’m looking for comfort. That’s all, isn’t it?”
“Of course.” Except he looked at her lips
as if they were covered in melted chocolate and he wanted to lick it off. “It
can’t be anything else.” His gaze rose to meet hers.
For a long while, they just studied each other.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” he said
eventually. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
His lips curved up. “It would be very wrong
of me. I’d be taking advantage of you. You’re vulnerable right now, very
emotional, and you’ve had a couple of glasses of wine. I’m not perfect by any
means, but I do
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