into his hair and gripped. He moaned again pressing his body against mine.
The phone rang again.
He growled and put his forehead on the bed next to my head. Panting, my brain slowly caught up to my body and actions.
Aidan sighed heavily but wouldn't let me move as I tried to shift out from under him. Again, his phone rang. He growled once more and rolled over. Banging the table next to the bed , he tried to grab his phone. His other hand held onto my wrist, not allowing me to get too far away. From the corner of my eye I watched him hold his phone out and then hit a button with his thumb.
"What is it?" he wasn’t too happy. "What?" "How?!" "I’ll arrange –" "Liam this is my responsibility." "Of course –" "Yes, I know, but –" "I'll set up my laptop now."
His grasp loosened just enough, allowing me to slip out of bed. The weight of his watchful eyes rested on my shoulders, but I refused to look at him. Already feeling the blush overpowering my face, neck and chest, I reached into my luggage, pulled an armful of things out, and darted to the bathroom. After closing the door behind me, I locked it and leaned back trying to catch my breath.
What the hell was I doing? Trying to justify the want to finish what’d been started this morning, I began telling myself I would have to eventually sleep with him. I’m his wife.
I’m supposed to have a kid. Sex will just complicate this more than it already is, why make this harder than it has to be? I mean, surely sex will happen. It’s four years together for lord’s sake, but can't I be strong enough to wait until its necessary, or at least until I know him better.
Taking a deep breath , I looking at myself in the mirror. I’m talking to myself, I have officially lost my mind. Aidan Iverson was driving me crazy!
I turned on the shower, setting it to cold. I hoped it would kill the fire consuming my body and the ache between my legs. I screeched as the ice cold water hit my body, it definitely helped to cool my libido.
Climbing out of the shower, I dried off and sifted through the pile of clothes on the floor. Finding a blue bikini, I slipped it on. Once my hair was brushed and braided, I quietly unlocked the bath room door and grabbed a towel. To chicken to face Aidan, I exited the bathroom through the frosted glass door to the outside.
The bright sun greeted me by instantly warming my skin. I decided to walk to the beach.
Tossing the towel to the sand, I walked ankle deep into the water. Slowly wading until the water almost reached my waist, I eased forward and dove. The water was so clear, crystal clear, and surprisingly warm. Swimming out well beyond where I could touch, I dove down into the water and resurfaced to float.
Finally, my body tired , I swam until ankle deep once again. Kicking the water and picking up shells, I walked the shoreline. When I reached a large piece of driftwood, I sank down into the warm white sand in front of the washed up tree. Looking out over the water, I rested back on my hands, closed my eyes and let the sun bathe me.
I wasn't sure how long I'd rested, when a shadow fell over me. With a hand over my squinting eyes, I stared up to the beautiful man I woke next to this morning. He was grinning.
"I wondered where you got off to." He gave the panty dropping crooked smile.
"Umm..." I bit my lip trying to think of something to say. "You seemed busy, so I figured I would let you be." I half smiled. He sat down next to me. It didn't feel uncomfortable, but it didn't feel easy like yesterday. This morning had completely put the sex issue back out there.
He sighed.
"It was Liam." I nodded silently. "There’s an issue with a new venture and things are getting crazy."
"Oh, should we go back?" I was half hopeful and half disappointed at the idea of leaving.
He looked at me quickly with a furrowed brow.
"Uh, no. I mean, I don't think we need to, not yet, at least." He took a breath. "Liam’s handling it."
"Oh," was my only
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