Summer Heat by Jaci Burton Read Free Book Online

our home any time,” his mother said. She kissed Aidan
and told him to behave himself.
    He got them out of
there as soon as he could.
    Behave himself, hell.
He’d have to exercise some serious control to keep from ravaging Melissa right
there in the car.
    “You have a wonderful
family,” she said as they drove away. Her voice sounded wistful, almost as if
she coveted something she couldn’t have.
    “Yeah, they are.”
    “You have no idea how
very lucky you are.”
    He glanced at her,
noting her hands folded neatly in her lap, her gaze focused on them. “I know I
am.”
    She went silent again
and he let her be, trying not to focus on her long legs, that sexy curve of her
collarbone that just begged for his tongue, or the way she licked her lips. He
wasn’t confident the ‘vette was big enough for both him and his hard-on.
    Then he heard her hum,
a soft, sweet melody that was some oldie about New Orleans. It made him smile.
    “You like to sing?”
    She looked up at him.
“Sing? No. Why?”
    “You were humming.”
    “I was not.”
    “Yeah,” he said with a
slight laugh. “You were. Just now.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh.” She looked out
the window for a few seconds, then looked at him again. “I think your sisters
fed me too much wine.”
    “Feeling a little
tipsy?”
    He nearly drove the car
off the road when she hit him with a wicked smile. “Maybe more than a little.”
    “What else do you
feel?” he asked.
    “Warm.”
    “Not hot?”
    She seemed to consider
his question before answering, “Not yet, but I’m sure I could get that way.”
    Holy shit. She played
right into his little game of sexual innuendo without balking. Not at all what
he’d expected. Was anything about this woman predictable?
    Taking a chance, he
pulled off the freeway and drove to a nearby park, found a secluded spot and
turned off the motor. Then he waited for her to ask, or complain.
    Nothing. She leaned
back in the seat and closed her eyes, her breathing even and relaxed.
    “You going to sleep on
me?” he asked, almost afraid to make a sound or movement.
    “Nope. Just enjoying
the night and the slight buzz from the wine. I never relax, you know. Always
busy, always have to be somewhere, or work on some project. Always going,
going, going.”
    Wishing he’d brought
the SUV instead of the ‘vette, he leaned the seat back as far as it would go,
enjoying the conversation and the chance to ogle Melissa without her objecting.
    “Do you wanna relax?”
he asked.
    “Oh yeah.” Then she sat
up and opened her eyes, shifting in the seat so she faced him. Her dress hiked
up to her thighs and he swallowed, his throat gone dry. “How about you, Aidan?
You seem to be the relaxed type. How do you do it?”
    “Easy. I just enjoy
life. It isn’t all about work.”
    “That’s what I’ve
heard. But if you don’t work hard someone will step on you on their journey up
the ladder.”
    He reached for her
cheek, loving the silky feel of her skin as his palm caressed her face. “Oh,
but you miss so much about life if you don’t take the time to kick back and
relax every now and then.”
    Her gaze focused on
his, her green eyes darkening like rich emeralds. “What am I missing, Aidan?”
    Taking the opening, he
leaned over and cupped his hand around her neck, pulling her face toward his.
“This,” he whispered, his mouth descending on hers.
    Electricity swirled
around them. Aidan welcomed it, the feeling so familiar it seemed a comfort
when it happened. Melissa inhaled deeply, obviously hit by the same sensations.
    Aidan placed his thumb
on her chin. “Open for me, Lissa,” he whispered against her lips. On a sigh she
opened her mouth and he slid his tongue inside, her mouth moist and inviting.
    She tasted sweet and
hot at the same time, her tongue finding his and swirling together in a passion
that heated up by the millisecond.
    Damn the fucking
Corvette anyway! Aidan shifted, dying to pull her into his arms, but