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feel my fingers here?”
    “Kind of. Most of the scar is numb. Noticed it whenever I go to scratch my back. I can feel it here or there, but sections of it are dead.”
    She pressed where the line started just under his shoulder blade. “Can you feel this?”
    “Nope.”
    She dragged her fingertips lower, to the middle of his back. “This?”
    “Nope.”
    Using all four of her fingers, she touched him almost at the waistband of his briefs. “This?”
    Aiden gave her an impish smile. “A little lower.”
    She drew back and swatted his ass. It was a completely improvised reaction and she was sure the look on her face mirrored the surprise on his.
    “Oh really?” he asked rhetorically, grabbing onto her and hauling her against him. In one swift motion, she was beneath him, his firm length pressing into one of her thighs. “Ignore that,” he said, swallowing her laughter in a sweet, soft morning kiss.
    Sadie’s palm curled around his biceps as she looked into his eyes. A thick fan of golden lashes ringed his oceanic eyes and his hair fell forward, tickling the side of her face. She moved a piece of it behind his ear, unable to resist running her fingers through it.
    “I don’t know where to draw the line with you,” she whispered.
    “I know what you mean.”
    It wasn’t what she expected him to say. And she was beginning to realize Aiden never did or said what she expected. Including what he said next.
    “Do you want to get a shower?”
    Visions of naked Aiden in the shower, soap sliding down his muscled body, her hands following the path of the suds, assaulted her imagination. “Um…”
    “You can even use my toothbrush. Which is kind of gross, but for some reason I don’t care.” He grinned down at her before pressing a hard kiss to her mouth. Then he crawled over her and off the bed and pulled on his jeans. “I’ll go get breakfast.”
    Sadie was still reeling from the vision of Aiden in the shower when he pulled on a fresh T-shirt. So…he wasn’t offering to shower with her?
    He grabbed a white ball cap off his dresser and put it on backward. “Chop-chop, lady. You have ten minutes.” He flashed her a grin, and that damn dimple again. “You don’t want your food to get cold.”
    Sadie was still blinking in disbelief when she heard the front door open and close behind him.
    *  *  *
    Aiden parked Sadie’s car in his driveway and balanced the large fast food bag and drink carrier on his arm as he got out of the car. At the door, he debated going around the block one more time just in case she’d taken her time getting ready. He’d gone the long, long way to get breakfast, giving Sadie ample opportunity to shower and dress before he got back. If he returned to hear the shower running, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure he could keep from joining her.
    And keeping himself in check last night had fried the last of his gentlemanly tendencies. Not really, but it hadn’t exactly been easy sleeping next to her amazing body and listening to her soft breathing, smelling her hair…
    Ah, hell. He adjusted his pants and blew out a harsh breath.
    Her words before he left echoed in his head. I don’t know where to draw the line with you.
    He couldn’t agree more. After a messy marriage, and a messier divorce, Aiden thought he was sure he knew what he wanted from his future. He’d been ready to go on a date , meaning a few hours of dinner, drinks, and a good night kiss or two. With Sadie, he’d sort of skipped from first date to almost-relationship and neither of them had any idea how it’d happened.
    The attraction…hell, the connection between them was like a meteor hitting a nuclear power plant. And Aiden was glowing, radioactive from the blast.
    In short, he had no clue what he was doing. So he just kept doing what felt the most right in the moment. And taking Sadie home after her assault of surprising modesty was not the right thing to do. No way would he drop her off at her place and leave her