thought of him making love to her, while needing Miranda.
How could she possibly tell him anything? She couldn’t breathe over the pounding of her heart. It slammed against her chest from sheer reaction to his touch. Her last coherent thought disappeared when his lips replaced his fingers against her nipple.
“Tell me.” She didn’t. That didn’t stop him.
“Suit yourself, but you know you will. You are going to tell me the truth, Cara. One way or another.”
And then Aiden stopped asking. His lips grew more and more demanding. They found Cara’s once more. For one split second, she tried to resist him. He simply laughed at her effort. And then she was struggling to touch him as well. To be closer. She couldn’t get close enough to him.
Aiden made love to her in that same controlled, angry way that drove her wild with desire.
Each time, after he lay next to her he demanded answers that Cara couldn’t give to him. Until some time in the early morning hours, he told her he didn’t want to talk about Miranda anymore. They spent the rest of the night trying to get enough of each other. Aiden woke her from troubled sleep over and over, until she awoke sometime just before dawn and found him sleeping peacefully next to her.
She got out of his bed, gathering her straying clothing from where he’d tossed it after removing it from her body. She dressed quickly and tiptoed out of his door, into the cool muggy morning.
Cara was full of regrets as she walked down the paved drive to the corner and down the deserted street, thankful that there was no one around to see her shame. Her body ached from being possessed by him.
She couldn’t believe she’d given into her selfish needs and let things get so out of hand between them. She’d cheated on Jason. He didn’t deserve it. She hadn’t even slept with Jason yet. Somehow, in all the months that they’d dated, Cara had managed to find some excuse not to let him in her bed. She knew the real reason. Aiden. She was crazy about Aiden.
She just betrayed Miranda. She did deserve it. And she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d destroyed the only friendship that really mattered amongst them all.
Chapter Three
“Why did you leave like that?” Aiden’s voice came through Cara’s phone line, reminding her of the night she’d just spent in his bed.
Her body grew hot. Weak. She wanted to be with him again. She needed to breathe. She felt sick.
“Aiden, hi, um, you were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you.” When the awkward silence between them continued, Cara remembered all the times he’d woken her. She stammered, “I have an appointment very early this morning. I didn’t want to be late. I needed to get my car. I was…I didn’t want to be late.”
“ Cara…” Her name coming from Aiden’s lips sounded like a caress. Reminding her of how it felt to be kissed by him. It also sounded frustrated. “I don’t know what to say? I’m…”
Before he could actually get the words ‘I’m sorry’ out she interrupted, “It was a mistake Aiden. Last night was a mistake. You were upset and…”
“And you were what? Just being a good friend?” Was that anger? Or wishful thinking on her part? She could almost imagine that Aiden hadn’t liked her answer.
“ Aiden, we both know it was a mistake. It shouldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t have happened had you not…”
“Been upset because my girlfriend has been cheating on me?” Aiden supplied. Cara felt even sicker.
Her hand clamped over her mouth. “ Aiden…hold on.” She dropped the phone on the bed and ran to the bathroom praying that he couldn’t actually hear the sound of retching. She had behaved horribly the night before. She was a terrible friend. To Aiden. To Miranda.
“ Cara? Are you okay?” she could hear him asking as she picked up the receiver again. He’d heard.
“I’m fine. Just a little under the weather.”
“You’re sure? Because you don’t