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The intensity in his eyes surged brighter, igniting her own slow burn deep in her core. With the fluid grace of a predator, Aiden came around the desk. Towering over her, he leaned so close the heat of his breath brushed against the shell of her ear as he whispered, “Sweetheart, what I want to eat is not on any menu you’re going to find around here.”
Oh, merciful heaven . . . Rya
She couldn’t resist him. She was too weak, the power he held over her too strong. With just his words and erotic promises, he could bring her to the brink of release. Her breaths quickened as her eyes fluttered closed, waiting in anticipation for him to close the scant distance—waiting for his lips to graze her neck. What was he waiting for? She was helpless to deny him, lust casting out all fears, all rational thought. She knew how good it would be. How good they were in bed together. Question was, did Aiden want more than a fuck buddy? He obviously cared about her, but his outburst in the car was hardly a declaration of undying love and commitment. In fact, she’d gotten the feeling he’d shocked himself as much as he had her with that little admission. Was his love strong enough to go the distance? She guessed only time would tell . . .
Aiden could sense Rya
He felt vulnerable in a way he’d never been before, exposed and raw, and he didn’t like it. But none of that changed how rock hard he was for her, how much he wanted her, or how much he cared for her. Fuck, he was all over the board when it came to this woman. Right now, what he craved was what he knew—sex. He wanted to get his feet back on solid ground again, or rather get himself between Rya
As he pulled back, her lids fluttered open, the vibrant green reflecting back at him a mixture of desire and uncertainty. He knew she’d been expecting him to kiss her, but in truth if he did, he wouldn’t have been able to stop. He’d had a long, hard workout and he was drenched in sweat. It was probably best for the both of them if they tabled this for later. Whatever was holding Rya
“Whatever you decide to order is fine. There’s cash in my wallet on my dresser. Help yourself.”
CHAPTER
30
Mr. Kruze, we have a man down here from Artichoke Basille’s. He said you ordered a pizza. Should I let him up?”
Rya
“Aiden,” she called. “Someone’s talking to you.”
He didn’t respond. Crap, he was probably still in the shower.
“Mr. Kruze?”
Rya
She leaned forward, getting ready to speak, finger outstretched to press the button when: “Mr. Kruze? Is everything all right?”
Rya
A few minutes later, Rya
Score! She searched the cupboards until she found the glasses. After peeling the red foil off the bottle, she began opening and closing drawers, looking for a wine opener. Rya
Rya
“What are you doing?” he chuckled. His deep husky voice was like sex to her ears, all throaty and rumbling. His clean, spicy scent drugged her senses, making her feel like she’d already had a few glasses of the wine she was trying to open.
“What does it look like?” She turned her head to the side, finding his face very close to hers, amusement sparkling in those entrancing eyes. “I’m trying to open this bottle.”
He straightened, taking the wine bottle with him and regrettably breaking contact with her backside. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the groan of disappointment.
“I see that. Looks like you’re doing a stellar job of it.”
“Hey.” She turned to face him, propping her hip against the counter and giving him a saucy grin. “I was managing just”—pop—“fine.”
Aiden sprang the cork loose with zero effort. He raised that sexy pierced brow of his and handed the bottle back to her. “You sure you shouldn’t be drinking water?” he teased.
“Ha-ha. You’re really fu