Sinful Ever After - Vivian Wood Page 0,50

wandering back to the first time we kissed. Not the first time that I kissed him, but the time a few days back when he kissed me like he meant it.

The heat between us.

His mouth pressed against mine, seducing me with strokes of his tongue.

For just a minute, he owned me. Dominated me.

For a heartbeat, I was ready to be ruined by him.

How he made this deep sound in his chest — a growl almost — that made my breasts ache, made me clamp my thighs together.

So much promise there, in a simple kiss. A chill rolls down my spine, just thinking about it.

Lost in my thoughts, I spend the day slowly emptying the last of the papers from the library. I try not to spend too much time at the windows, looking for signs of Aiden.

It’s better if I let him come to me. The past few weeks have proven that, time and again. I just have to try to be patient.

When I finally do see him again, it’s almost early evening. After taking the last armload of papers upstairs, I find a stopping place. There is maybe three more days of work ahead, catching up on the papers I have already moved to the ballroom.

Done for the day, I head back to my apartment. My mind is on what I have to do for the next few days. I make a mental checklist for myself as I walk down the wooded path. When I come out the other side into the clearing, I stop in my tracks.

My heart pounds.

My brain threatens to overheat.

Aiden is right there in front of me, shirtless, high up on a ladder that leans up against the house. He’s facing away from me, scraping at the exterior, his body practically glowing with sweat. His back is about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Little rivulets of perspiration mark his lower back, tracing their way down into the waist of his black boxer briefs, peeking out of his jeans.

Oh my god. The things I would like to do to him right now…

He stiffens for a second, feeling my gaze on his back. Then Aiden turns his head, scowling at me.

“What?” he barks.

My eyes widen. “Nothing!” I manage, dropping my gaze.

I rush past him to the door of my apartment, pushing inside. Once I’m through the door, I close it behind me. Standing with my back against the door, I try to control my racing heart.

Why is he mad?

I didn’t do anything, except be caught standing there staring at him. That wouldn’t have fazed Aiden at one point.

Which means… he is close to breaking. All he needs is a little nudge to get him to tip over that point, the point of no return. God, I really need him to get to that point already.

Wandering over to the window, I move the linen covering just a bit to see Aiden. I can only see part of his leg from here.

Frowning, I let the linen drop.

This is stupid. I shouldn’t have to wait around for him to get emotional enough to jump me. But what can I do?

A sly thought sneaks into my brain. Make him angry. Angry enough to make him DO something to you.

I know, I know. It’s not like me. But I read an article recently about being more assertive in relationships, how it’s really a turn on to men. And it honestly wouldn’t even be very hard. I just need the right clothes and a savage remark. He’s at the edge already, looking for a way out.

Maybe if I just… give him a nudge…

That won’t be so bad, right?

I run to my room, stripping. I change into my favorite pink bra and panties, lacy and see through. Then I add a long t-shirt over the top, a slightly sheer one that I normally wear with a layer underneath and leggings.

I let my hair down and put on just a touch of mascara. Too frazzled to look in the mirror, I leave my bedroom and rush to the door again. Taking a deep breath, I open the door.

What am I going to say that will push him over the edge?

I search my mind for what made him mad in the past. Stepping outside as I ruminate, I find that it doesn’t take Aiden very long to notice me. Specifically, the clothes I am wearing.

He turns around on the ladder. “Where are you going?”

My mouth turns up at the corners. “Out.”

“Dressed like that?” He looks me