Irresistible (Neighbor from Hell #11) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,52

looking pastry.

“She’s taking it hard,” Aidan said with a sad shake of his head as he picked up a lemon pastry and placed it on her plate. Without a word, she abandoned the rest of her cupcake and focused on the lemon pastry that was going to be the perfect way to end the night.

Well, almost perfect.

For the past three hours, all she could think about was that kiss, that sweet, simple, incredibly sexy kiss that he’d given her earlier and just how badly she wanted him to kiss her again.

If it was meant to happen, then she’d let it happen and if it wasn’t…

She wasn’t going to force it.

As she stood there, Melanie was surprised to realize just how badly she wanted this to happen. They were having a baby and the last thing they needed to do was to make this thing between them more complicated than it needed to be, but she couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.

She never thought such a simple touch could feel so good. It had her wondering if he’d kissed her like that before and immediately understood how she’d ended up spending the night with him because there was no way that she would have been able to stop kissing him.

“It does seem that way,” Melanie absently murmured in agreement as she looked up to find him watching her. “What’s wrong?”

“We forgot something.”

“What’s that?” she asked, unable to help but frown as she-

“The awkward kiss goodnight,” Aidan said, already reaching for her.

“We could skip it and go for a confusing handshake and the promise that we’ll do this again sometime?” Melanie said, smiling as she went to him.

“We should definitely do that,” Aidan murmured in agreement as he wrapped his arms around her.

“We definitely should,” Melanie said as she reached up and cupped his face in her hands. He leaned down and brushed his lips softly against hers once with a murmured, “Give me ten minutes,” before walking away, leaving her standing there, realizing just how badly she wanted this to happen.

Chapter 27

“What’s going on?” the woman that he couldn’t stop thinking about asked as Aidan lit the last candle.

“My do-over,” Aidan said as he placed the small box of matches back on the bureau before he reached over and hit play so that Paula Abdul’s song Rush, Rush filled the small bedroom.

“Do-over?” Melanie asked as he turned around and found her standing in the doorway, taking in the candlelit room with the shyest fucking smile that he’d ever seen.

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” Aidan said as he walked over to her and took her hand in his.

“Refresh my memory,” she said, adjusting the large towel wrapped around her with her other hand as he pulled her into the room.

“We danced that night,” Aidan said as he pulled her into his arms.

“I see,” Melanie said as she kept hold of the towel with one hand as she wrapped her other arm around his shoulders.

“I hate dancing,” he found himself admitting as he pulled her closer.

“Then why are we doing it?” Melanie asked as she absently ran her fingers through his hair.

“Because,” Aidan said as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, “I love dancing with you.”

“You remember dancing with me?” Melanie asked as he pulled one of his arms back so that he could place his hand on the side of her belly as he moved her around the room.

“I remember that I never wanted to let you go,” he said, pressing a kiss against her forehead as he felt their baby boy push against his hand.

“You are a smooth talker, Aidan Bradford,” Melanie said as she pulled him down for a kiss.

“Yes, I am,” Aidan said, smiling as he met her for a kiss that had him struggling to remember that they needed to take this slowly.

It was the same reminder that he’d told himself when he heard the shower turn on and he had to stop himself from joining her, but god, did he want to fucking join her. For several minutes, he’d stood outside the bathroom door, debating walking into that bathroom so that he could run his hands over her as he kissed every inch of her body.

“That’s two,” Melanie said, brushing her lips teasingly against his as Aidan felt her pull his tie loose.

“Two, what?” Aidan asked as he felt her small fingers work his shirt open.

“Of the five completely random things that you owe me,” she said as he pulled his shirt out of