Storm of Desire by Cara Marsi, Laura Kelly, Sandra Edwards Read Free Book Online Page B

them.
    But now there was Aiden.
    He made her question everything she’d thought she wanted. Aiden was rooted here. He loved his work, loved living at the beach. Despite her career problems, she loved her work. She could choose to stay in Richmond and fight for what she wanted, or take the job in London.
    Or could she come back here, to this place that held such painful memories? Sam straightened. Come back here? For what? Aiden hadn’t asked her to stay.
    Sure, they’d had hot sex, but that was all it was. She couldn’t read Aiden, couldn’t guess how he felt. For all she knew, they could be having revenge sex. They were stuck here together, two people hot for each other. They were having a stormy fling, nothing more. Aiden was a red-blooded male. Very red-blooded. Very male. The thought of his body, his mouth, his hands and what they could do to her made her melt.
    She couldn’t deny she wanted Aiden. Wanted him badly. All the time. All ways. She settled back on the sofa and willed herself to relax, then glanced at Casey. The cat stared at her as if he understood her inner conflicts. Sam rubbed away tears of frustration that pooled in the corners of her eyes.
    The front door opened and shut with a bang. Aiden stepped into the living room. His hair and clothes were dripping wet, leaving a small puddle on the polished floor. Sam jumped up.
    “Are you okay?” she asked, searching his face, assuring herself he was all right.
    He smiled, showing the dimple she’d always loved. “It took some doing, but the shutter’s secure.”
    She needed to touch him somehow. “Take off your wet clothes before you get sick.”
    His smile widened as she tugged on his coat, helping him to remove it. “It’s nice to have someone fuss over me.” He kissed her lightly on the lips.
    Sam paused, realizing she suddenly wanted to worry over Aiden forever. To greet him when he came home from work, to spend every night in his arms.
    “Sam?” He furrowed his brow.
    She shook her head to clear it. “Go get changed and I’ll make some hot chocolate.”
    He kissed her again. “You’re the boss.”
    Later, sipping hot chocolate, they reclined on pillows on the floor in front of a blazing fire. The sweet scent of the chocolate, soothing and sensual, wrapped around Sam, and the rich liquid warmed her as it made its way down her throat.
    But she didn’t need the drink to warm her. Just looking at Aiden sent heat through her veins. He’d changed into black jeans and a black T-shirt, compliments of Uncle Sean. Dressed in black, with his hair slicked back, and clean-shaven, thanks to Uncle Sean’s razor, he looked sexier than any man had a right to.
    A rush of moisture dampened her panties. She squirmed.
    “Are you okay?” Aiden asked.
    “Very okay.” The huskiness of her voice surprised her, and she felt a blush creep up her face.
    “Sam.” Aiden set his hot chocolate on the coffee table and took the mug from her, setting it next to his.
    He reached for her. She went willingly into his arms. He pulled her across his lap and sat her on the floor in front of him, nestling her between his thighs. She scrunched closer and he wrapped his arms around her. Her head fit under his chin.
    The cats, purring loudly, lay on the marble hearth, warming themselves. Sam wanted to purr too. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so peaceful, especially not here in her mother’s house. She had to admit Lisa had tried to make a comfortable home for her. Yet, there’d always been tension between them, tension brought on by their recurring money problems and her mother’s endless parade of boyfriends.
    Sam had wanted a mother like the ones her friends had—mothers who baked cookies and drove their kids to hockey practice or dance class. To be fair, her mother, a cocktail waitress, had worked two, sometimes three jobs. She’d even worked at Rourke’s Bar in the summers.
    Melancholy overtook her. This house did that to her. And yet, things were different