Summer's End (Wildflowers #5) - Jill Sanders Page 0,69

roll at the thought of reading through them herself. But she had to know and, at this point, trusted Dr. Williams completely. He’d never done anything unkind to her, and even though he’d been her father’s best friend and physician over the years, she knew he was a just man.

“Aubrey,” Dr. Williams started, but then stopped and grew quiet. “I’ll see what I can come up with.”

“Thanks,” she said before hanging up.

Strong arms wrapped around her, and she leaned back against Aiden’s chest while they watched the rain soak the pavement outside.

“I want to go home.” She sighed. “But I don’t think I can until this is finished. If you want—” she started, but Aiden quickly turned her around and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said into her hair.

“Your work,” she started.

“Just like you, I have employees that can easily fill in for me,” he answered with a sigh. “Besides, I brought my laptop. I’m working on a few things here. I don’t always have to swing a hammer to get work done.”

“No.” She closed her eyes and enjoyed the smell and feeling of him. They’d just showered together and already her mind was playing over how she could get him naked again.

“How about we order some delivery, crawl back in that bed, and spend the entire day watching movies?” he asked her.

She glanced up at him. “You read my mind, only…” She ran her fingers over his chest. “I wasn’t thinking of watching television.” Her eyes met his and she saw them heat with desire.

For the past two nights, he’d pleased her, given her exactly what she’d needed, while she’d kept the one thing that he’d wanted from him.

This time, however, when he kissed her, she felt her grip on her heart start to slip and, for the first time, she didn’t mind.

“Aub,” he moaned against her lips.

“No, don’t think. Just show me.” Her eyes locked with his. “Please.” Her hands were already removing the T-shirt he’d pulled on. His skin was still wet in places from his shower, and she licked the droplets off him as she fisted his shirt in her hands.

“You’re killing me,” he groaned when she had unsnapped his jeans and lowered them on his hips.

“Good,” she sighed as the material fell to the floor. Taking his length in her fingers, she glanced up at him, and his blue eyes searched her own. Then she ran her tongue over his length, and he reached over and wrapped her hair around his fingers, holding her, guiding her.

She knew exactly what it would take to send him over the edge but held off, knowing this time she wanted to take the journey with him. Standing up, she nudged him backwards until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed.

“I’m yours to command,” he said with a grin as his eyes ran over her.

“Touch me,” she responded. She moaned when his hands gripped her hips and pulled her closer to his naked body.

He tugged her clothes off, dropping them onto the floor as he hoisted her onto his lap and kissed her. Her hips started moving over him, rubbing her body against him as she felt herself growing more determined to enjoy what he was doing to her.

Then she was spinning around as he flung her on the bed. She laughed and wrapped her legs and arms around him.

“Hold onto me,” he growled against her neck as he trailed kisses over her. When he entered her, she arched and cried out his name.

How had she allowed herself to go six months without him? Her mind kept circling back to the fact that she had to protect herself, to stop this from going too far. But as she felt herself sliding over the edge along with him, she realized it was already too late. She’d fallen long ago. Now she just had to admit it to herself and, more importantly, to him.

“Don’t move,” Aiden said as he rolled out of bed a few moments later. “I’m going to order us some delivery.” He smiled down at her. “You stay right here and find us something to watch.” He handed her the remote to the flat screen television hanging on the opposite wall.

She lay there, watching him pull his clothes on before he grabbed his phone and disappeared down the stairs.

Lifting her arms above her head, she smiled up at the ceiling and stretched. How could she deny the fact that she was