new beginnings."
Misty lifted her own glass and smiled. "And new relationships."
"Speaking of…why are you so afraid to get involved with Aaron?"
"Last night when we were making love, he said, "You're mine" and it freaked me out. Richard used to say that to me and he took over my whole life. I refuse to give any man that much control over me ever again."
"Do you really think Aaron is anything like Richard?"
"I don't know. That's the problem. I don't know anything about him."
Amanda smiled. "Exactly. That's why you need to give him a chance."
"The timing is so bad. I mean, I'm trying to get my insurance to cover the cost of a new car, I'm trying to find a job, and with you here now, I don't want to leave you alone."
"Misty. I will be fine. Don't let me being here stop you from seeing Aaron. Besides, if you don't give him a chance someone else will. And do you really want to give up without even trying?"
Misty eyed her sister suspiciously. Why was Amanda pushing the issue?
"What if he really is the one?" Amanda continued. "Don't let this opportunity pass you by because of something Richard did . That's not fair to Aaron and it's definitely not fair to you."
"Maybe you're right."
"Of course I am," Amanda said with her signature arrogant smile. "Now go call that man before he has a coronary."
Misty laughed and stood. She was getting ready to dial his number when there was a knock on the door. Glancing at Amanda it was clear that she had no clue who was beating on their door at nine o'clock at night. Misty slowly opened the door.
"We need to talk," Aaron said in a no nonsense voice.
"Yes, we do," she agreed as her gaze roamed over his body. Damn he was so sexy!
"I'll leave you two alone," Amanda said grabbing her coat and putting it on.
"Where are you going?" Misty asked as concern for her sister's safety filled her mind.
"To the pool. I'll be back in an hour or so." Amanda patted her sister on the shoulder, nodded at Aaron and then left.
"Come on in," Misty said to Aaron, stepping aside and closing the door behind him. "Look, about not calling…"
Aaron pushed her up against the door and crushed his lips over hers, his tongue invading her mouth with a demanding hunger that made her knees weak. She entwined her fingers into his hair and held him to her, dueling for control of the kiss that was searing her brain, and ratcheting her desire with every flick and twist of his tongue. His hands held her waist, his fingers clutching her tightly, holding her in place.
"Did you lie to me?" he demanded.
"What?"
"This morning. When you said you wanted me. Did you lie to me?"
"No," she said shaking her head. "No, of course not."
"Then why have you been avoiding me all day?"
She gazed up into his eyes. Normally a vibrant sea blue they were now dark and brooding. They were intriguing and dangerously sexy. "Can we please sit and talk?" Being pinned between his rock hard body and the uncompromising door made it impossible to think and try to carry on a conversation.
"It's a simple question, Misty. Answer it and I'll let you go."
"You scare me, Aaron."
He released his hold on her and took a few steps back, almost stumbling as if she'd slapped him. "I scare you?"
"That's not what I meant," she said reaching for him. "I mean…" What did she mean exactly? God she felt like a bumbling idiot.
"I saved your life, Misty. Why on earth would you be afraid of me?"
The look of confusion, desperation, and pain in his eyes tore at her heart. She was such an idiot sometimes. Taking his hand into hers, she looked him in the eyes and said, "You don't scare me. It's how I feel when I'm with you that scares me."
Aaron brought her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles a lingering kiss. "And how do you feel when you're with me?"
Misty smiled. "Out of control." She laughed. "Every time you touch me it's like I'm willing to give myself over to you in every way possible and that terrifies me."
"I would never hurt you," he said
Misty lifted her own glass and smiled. "And new relationships."
"Speaking of…why are you so afraid to get involved with Aaron?"
"Last night when we were making love, he said, "You're mine" and it freaked me out. Richard used to say that to me and he took over my whole life. I refuse to give any man that much control over me ever again."
"Do you really think Aaron is anything like Richard?"
"I don't know. That's the problem. I don't know anything about him."
Amanda smiled. "Exactly. That's why you need to give him a chance."
"The timing is so bad. I mean, I'm trying to get my insurance to cover the cost of a new car, I'm trying to find a job, and with you here now, I don't want to leave you alone."
"Misty. I will be fine. Don't let me being here stop you from seeing Aaron. Besides, if you don't give him a chance someone else will. And do you really want to give up without even trying?"
Misty eyed her sister suspiciously. Why was Amanda pushing the issue?
"What if he really is the one?" Amanda continued. "Don't let this opportunity pass you by because of something Richard did . That's not fair to Aaron and it's definitely not fair to you."
"Maybe you're right."
"Of course I am," Amanda said with her signature arrogant smile. "Now go call that man before he has a coronary."
Misty laughed and stood. She was getting ready to dial his number when there was a knock on the door. Glancing at Amanda it was clear that she had no clue who was beating on their door at nine o'clock at night. Misty slowly opened the door.
"We need to talk," Aaron said in a no nonsense voice.
"Yes, we do," she agreed as her gaze roamed over his body. Damn he was so sexy!
"I'll leave you two alone," Amanda said grabbing her coat and putting it on.
"Where are you going?" Misty asked as concern for her sister's safety filled her mind.
"To the pool. I'll be back in an hour or so." Amanda patted her sister on the shoulder, nodded at Aaron and then left.
"Come on in," Misty said to Aaron, stepping aside and closing the door behind him. "Look, about not calling…"
Aaron pushed her up against the door and crushed his lips over hers, his tongue invading her mouth with a demanding hunger that made her knees weak. She entwined her fingers into his hair and held him to her, dueling for control of the kiss that was searing her brain, and ratcheting her desire with every flick and twist of his tongue. His hands held her waist, his fingers clutching her tightly, holding her in place.
"Did you lie to me?" he demanded.
"What?"
"This morning. When you said you wanted me. Did you lie to me?"
"No," she said shaking her head. "No, of course not."
"Then why have you been avoiding me all day?"
She gazed up into his eyes. Normally a vibrant sea blue they were now dark and brooding. They were intriguing and dangerously sexy. "Can we please sit and talk?" Being pinned between his rock hard body and the uncompromising door made it impossible to think and try to carry on a conversation.
"It's a simple question, Misty. Answer it and I'll let you go."
"You scare me, Aaron."
He released his hold on her and took a few steps back, almost stumbling as if she'd slapped him. "I scare you?"
"That's not what I meant," she said reaching for him. "I mean…" What did she mean exactly? God she felt like a bumbling idiot.
"I saved your life, Misty. Why on earth would you be afraid of me?"
The look of confusion, desperation, and pain in his eyes tore at her heart. She was such an idiot sometimes. Taking his hand into hers, she looked him in the eyes and said, "You don't scare me. It's how I feel when I'm with you that scares me."
Aaron brought her hand to his lips and gave her knuckles a lingering kiss. "And how do you feel when you're with me?"
Misty smiled. "Out of control." She laughed. "Every time you touch me it's like I'm willing to give myself over to you in every way possible and that terrifies me."
"I would never hurt you," he said
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