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her fulfillment over and over before he found his own release.
    Heat stole over her, putting her on edge. She shouldn’t have run from him tonight. Now that she’d tasted him again, she wanted to feast on him.
    A loud rumble shook the house. Sam let out a small scream and sat up, clutching the comforter to her chest. Screeching, the cats ran off.
    She heard footsteps, then her bedroom door flew open. “Sam! Are you okay?”
    The flashlight Aiden held filtered dim light through the room and silhouetted his body in the doorway.
    “Yes. What was that noise?”
    He moved into the room. As her eyes adjusted, she saw he wore boxers that rode low on his slim hips. His legs were long and beautifully formed, and his chest bare, the muscles defined and taut.
    Her breathing went shallow.
    “It may have been a telephone pole going down, or maybe lightning hit a transformer,” he said. “I looked out, but I didn’t see anything.”
    “It startled me, but I’ll be okay.” More than okay , she thought as she deliberately let the comforter slide down her torso. “Looks like the cats ran off though. They were keeping me warm.”
    Aiden’s gaze went to her breasts, barely covered by the silk nightgown. Her nipples puckered. “I could keep you warm,” he offered, his voice thick.
    She knew he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want. The choice was hers.
    “Then keep me warm, Aiden.”
    He sucked in an audible breath, took a step forward, then halted, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
    “What?” Fresh humiliation washed over her as she sat there half-naked, hot tears forming in her eyes.
    “You’ve been running hot and cold on me for what feels like my whole fucking life. And you’re doing it again. Not tonight, baby.” He turned away.
    “Aiden, wait.”
    He stopped with his back to her. “Go to sleep, Sam.”
    She cast pride aside, knowing if he walked out now, he wouldn’t be back. “Please don’t go. I…I’m sorry about what happened earlier.”
    “And the rest?” His voice was a barely disguised growl.
    “I need you. Please.”
    Suddenly he was on the bed and she was in his arms. His lips were over hers, hard and demanding. At her moan of surrender, his kiss deepened, became even more urgent and passionate.
    Heat jolted through her. All she wanted, all she knew, was Aiden. No one and nothing else existed beyond this room. He cupped the back of her head as his tongue skimmed her mouth, demanding access, demanding her complete surrender. She gave it willingly.
    His kiss coaxed and teased, promising the pleasure she remembered so well. He threw the bedcovers aside and pulled her onto his lap, He Hcradling her buttocks, pressing her against his hard cock. His touch and the memory of how he felt inside her, his strength and his size, made her wet. She dug her fingers into his scalp and ground her hips into his, needing to be part of him.
    With a low groan, he left her mouth to rain hungry kisses along her neck. His hands trembled slightly as he slid her nightgown down to her waist, exposing her breasts. When he took one nipple into his mouth, a cry burst from her and she arched against him.
    She slipped her hand between them to caress his cock, marveling at the thickness, at his masculine power, wanting him, needing him, to fill her. “Aiden, please.” Her words came out on a tortured breath.
    “Not yet, sweetheart,” he growled. In one swift movement, he tugged her nightgown all the way off and flung it to the floor, then lay on the bed and settled her next to him. She shivered at the sudden draft of cold before he grazed his hand over her breasts and down her belly, leaving a heated trail. She gloried in his enjoyment of her. She felt no modesty, only pure feminine pride.
    “I’ve dreamt of you like this,” he whispered, awe in his voice.
    She skimmed a hand over the smooth muscles of his chest. “I’ve dreamt of you, too.” The admission flowed from the deepest part of her heart. Her