Wave of Memories: The Sons of the Zodiac by Addison Fox Read Free Book Online Page B

ever thought to send him away? To throw away what they had between them because of misunderstanding.
    How could she have let her base nature—one that encouraged anger before understanding—ruin what was so good? So right.
    And how had she lived without him?
    The answer came crashing over her while she clung to him with renewed desperation.
    She hadn’t.
    Meg shifted her hands, moving one off of his broad shoulders to roam down his chest. Hard planes and delicious heat met her touch as she delved lower, over the thick, ropy muscles of his stomach.
    Blood beat a heavy rhythm under her fingertips and she gloried in the speed of his pulse.
    He wanted her.
    “Meg,” he whispered against her lips.
    “Aidan.” Opening her eyes, she looked up from where he had her nestled in his arms. “Oh, Aidan.”
    *  *  *
    Aidan pulled away from their embrace, the wet sheen of her lips nearly calling him back. His ruse to avoid the cop’s interest had backfired on him as his desire for her rapidly overtook anything else.
    “Aidan,” she whispered again. “I want you.”
    He knew it was madness—knew nothing could erase what had come before—but as he looked at the woman in his arms, that sense of familiarity and comfort and need rose up in greedy, gulping waves.
    He wanted her. Had always wanted her.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    One word, full of need and spoken without equivocation.
    A quick scan of the park told him they were once again alone. The cop had moved on and no one was nearby on the running paths. He held her close and pulled them into a port, the visual in his mind the very large bed that dominated his room.
    The air pressed in around them, heavy like an impending storm before they were pulled into the ether. Mere moments later, the two of them fell to a laughing heap on his bed.
    Meg was splayed over his chest. “That was smooth.”
    Heat crept up his cheeks. “I don’t usually port from a sitting position.”
    “I can see why.” She giggled again, before leaning up to drop a quick, nipping kiss to his chin.
    The sweet, simple kiss was his undoing. On a heavy growl, Aidan reached for her, threading his fingers through the dark hair at her temple and pulling her close.
    Light kisses quickly morphed with a desperate urgency as they raced toward something new. He skimmed one hand along the exposed flesh of her stomach, the gap between the waistband of her slacks and her blouse offering him a tantalizing patch of warm skin.
    A soft sigh escaped her and Aidan stilled his fingers.
    “What,” she breathed, her heavy-lidded gaze seeking his, awareness pushing its way through the haze of arousal.
    “Nothing. It’s nothing.”
    Meg settled her small hand against his cheek. “Please tell me. What is it?”
    “When you sighed. That sound was so familiar. Achingly so.”

CHAPTER SIX
    Meg struggled to sit past the heavy weight of emotion and regret that lay on her chest.
    “What’s wrong?”
    Tears filled her eyes and strangled her throat as she moved to the side of the bed. It wasn’t far enough, but the cool air that swirled around her after moving away from the heat of his body gave her room to breathe.
    “I ruined so much. I thought I could see past it if given the opportunity. But I can’t.”
    “Meg.” He placed his large hand on the base of her spine and she leaped forward at his touch, moving off the bed and across the room.
    Whirling on him, she couldn’t hold back the question. “How’d we end up here?”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” She saw the anger in his eyes and, underneath, the hurt as he came to a sitting position on the side of the bed.
    It was that hurt that had drawn her to him in the first place. That sad, aching sense that he was lost and lonely somewhere in the deepest part of his soul.
    The questions sprang to her lips. For her or for him, she didn’t know.
    “How can I still need you? Want you? How can I want something I ruined so very long ago? How did we manage to