Bailed Out (The Anna Albertini Files #2) - Rebecca Zanetti Page 0,42

blue eyes running around and causing chaos. Yeah, I was a complete dork.

“Three kids, tops.” His warm palm slid beneath my tank top and flattened against my abs. “Four if the first three are girls, God help me.”

Yeah. One thing I often forgot about Aiden is that he called every bluff. I both liked and hated this about him. “I’m thinking a big wedding, white dress, huge cake, flower girls.” My voice trailed off because I could actually see it all. I’d always been a dreamer, and Aiden Devlin had starred in his share as I’d grown up. Not that I was ready for all of that, but still.

He cupped one breast and nearly had me orgasming right there. “Nope. On my bike, headed to Vegas, quick wedding and honeymoon somewhere on a beach.” His very talented fingers tweaked one nipple, and he bit the top of my ear. “And you promise to obey me during the vows.”

Electricity arced through my entire body. I tilted my head on the pillow to allow his mouth better access, which he quickly took advantage of to place kisses down the side of my neck. “You know that will never happen.”

“Your loss.” His hand moved along with his mouth, and he slid beneath my plain white panties. “Now’s the time you kick me out or keep me for the morning.” His voice was rough with a hint of hoarse. Deep and rumbly.

I shut my eyes as his fingers unerringly found the right spot. Electricity careened through me and my entire body started to burn for him. “If I keep you, I’m just using you for your body.”

“I can live with that.” He pulled me onto my back and then kissed me, his mouth as talented as his fingers. In fact, his entire body was talented, and he knew how to use it. More importantly, he knew exactly what to do with mine.

After too many years to count dreaming about him, the reality of touching him was so much better. He was hard everywhere, and I liked that I could slide my hands down his flanks and make him suck in a breath. Somehow, Aiden made me feel both powerful and feminine.

Then he traveled south, kissing between my breasts and paying each enough attention that I was almost begging for more, before heading even farther down.

“I could do this all day,” he murmured right before his mouth found my clit.

My agreement might’ve been a little loud.

The first orgasm took me hard, the second long, and the third with a power that made me whimper. Then, and only then, did he find a condom and let loose inside me, on his knees with his arm around my waist and lifting me to him.

He was powerful, masculine, and at the moment…all mine.

I cried out his name this time, completely spent.

So when we moved to the shower for one last round, my brain was mush but my body ready for him once again. Finally, I stumbled out of the shower and tried to find clean towels.

Oh, I was going to be so late for work, but really, who cared? It was difficult to stress out after multiple orgasms. I dressed in gray slacks with a white frilly shirt, acutely aware of slightly sore spots on my body in inappropriate places. Razor burn from his angled jaw covered my thighs, which explained the pants and not a skirt. That would drive me nuts all day in a skirt.

Aiden dressed in one of his black T-shirts and a pair of jeans from his drawer, finger combing his hair back with one broad hand that was still bruised. “I’ll make coffee while you finish up.” He paused and then leaned over to kiss me, his lips firm and lingering before he wandered toward the kitchen.

He might as well just take my heart with him. This was too hard, but I didn’t know how to stop. I didn’t want to stop, to be more accurate. “Tell me you’re not doing anything illegal,” I whispered as he reached my doorway.

“I’m not doing anything that’s against the law.” He didn’t turn around to face me, and he didn’t move. “Trust me, Angel. That’s all I can tell you.” Then he was out of sight.

If he was lying, he was good at it. Or maybe I just wanted to believe him. Yeah. I definitely wanted to believe him. That either made me a moron or somebody who should learn to trust her own instincts. I