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years.”
    Sam pushed gently away and looked into Aiden’s eyes. “He has?”
    “Why do you think he’s never married?”
    “Does she love him?”
    “I believe so. Now. I think Lisa had a lot of growing up to do and Uncle Sean waited for her. There’s got to be a reason why your mother did the things she did. Talk to her.”
    “No.” The word burst from her. “I can’t.”
    He studied her. “I still don’t get why you ran away from me that night. You’re nothing like your mother.”
    “I-I was afraid I was becoming her. Always running to a man, using him for sex.” She looked down and rolled the hem of her sweater between her fingers. “You’re a decent guy. I-I had feelings for you. You didn’t deserve to be used.”
    “You had feelings for me?” he asked softly.
    “We were friends. I always liked you.”
    “Nothing more?”
    Unsure how to answer, she smoothed her hands over her sweater, avoiding his eyes.
    He took both her hands in his and forced her to look at him. “Lisa had a reputation as a party girl. She was always wild. It was as if she was running and was afraid to stop. That’s not you, Sam. You were always quiet, sweet, and proud. Anchored where your mother seemed to drift. Regardless of her reputation, she did a good job raising you.”
    “You saw me that way?” She shook her head. “Others didn’t.”
    “You can’t be sure about that. As far as I know you were only wild that one night, only for me.”
    “You’re right,” she breathed.
    His eyes darkened. “And I liked it. You can be wild for me anytime. Just for me.”
    “Aiden, no,” she said, even as she swayed toward him.
    “Use me anytime you want,” he whispered, pulling her closer. “Use me now.”
    With a groan, he crushed her mouth in an urgent kiss. She parted her lips, welcoming his possession, as she slid down on the sofa, Aiden moving to lie on top of her. Slipping her arms around his neck, Sam kissed him with all the pent-up sexual frustration she’d been afraid to release.
    “Sam,” he whispered against her lips. He nibbled on the corners of her mouth and trailed hot, hungry kisses along her jaw line.
    She squirmed beneath him, her hips seeking his erection. Moaning under his touch, the storm inside her drowned out the storm outside.
    “Keep still, baby,” he muttered. “You keep moving like that, it’ll be over before it starts. We’ve got all night.”
    He slipped his hand under her sweater and cupped one breast, massaging her through the thin lace of her bra. Uttering tiny cries, she wound her fingers in his hair. It was as silky as it looked, as silky as she remembered.
    “Your breasts—so beautiful,” he murmured. He continued caressing and massaging until she bucked under him, nearly crazed with wanting him.
    “Easy, sweetheart.” He grabbed the edge of her sweater and slipped it over her head. Then he tenderly and expertly removed the skimpy red bra and threw it on the floor.
    Her nipples puckered and her juices flowed, wetting her panties. She was so ready for him.
    He took one breast in his large hand, rolling the peaked nipple between his fingers. “Beautiful.”
    Still cupping her breast, he captured the other nipple in his mouth, sucking, licking until she was a puddled mass of need.
    “Aiden,” she breathed.
    He kept up his relentless worship of her breasts, his talented hands and mouth working their sensual magic, taking her higher and higher, closer to the peak. It had been so long. She felt her climax building, a flame burning out of control. Purring her pleasure, she twisted her fingers into the soft fabric of the sofa.
    Her climax rolled over her in fiery waves, and she moaned his name until she finally lay still beneath him.
    Aiden held her close and kissed her hair. “Liked that, did you?”
    “Yes,” she croaked. “Oh, yes.”
    “You’re so responsive.” His soft breath whispered against her neck. “I remember how I made you come just touching your breasts.”
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