He hit the jackpot on his first try. Pulling into the small house Blake had claimed as his own, he parked right next to Kenzie’s flashy Mercedes. He got out of his truck and felt the hood of her car.
Still warm.
So she hadn’t been there long. She was just damn lucky she hadn’t gotten herself arrested again, considering the yellow tape surrounding the house. Just thinking about what Tommy would say, and how long he’d jail her this time, had him sweating. The front door was shut and, as he discovered, locked.
Aidan moved around the side of the house. His plan was simple. He was going to scare the hell out of her. And then he was going to kiss the hell out of her.
And then…and then he had no idea. Spanking her seemed like a good option.
The sliding back door on Blake’s deck was unlocked and opened an inch. This was where she’d entered, and following suit, he slipped inside. The place was dark, but there was a light on upstairs, and he headed in that direction. At a sound behind him, he whipped around just as two hands smacked him in the chest and shoved. As he fell back, he reached out and hauled his assailant with him. He hit his ass on the bottom step and Kenzie landed on him.
The stairs biting into his back, her full weight over the top of him, he hissed out a breath of pain. “What am
“I’m-” She bit back whatever she’d been about to say, crawled backward off of him and stood up.
“No, it’s okay, I’m fine, thanks,” he muttered, getting up on his own and brushing himself off. “How did you get in here?”
“Blake gave me his spare key a long time ago.”
“Okay, so back to my first question. Why are you here?”
“Looking for clues to Blake’s innocence.” She glared at him, then pointed to the door. “You need to leave.”
“So do you.”
“Oh, no. This is my brother’s place. I’m his beneficiary. I get to be here.”
“Not with the caution tape still blocking the front door, you don’t.”
She was breathing fast, her voice thick and husky as if she’d been crying. Or maybe she still was. He couldn’t see her clearly enough to decide. “Ah, Kenzie. Don’t-”
“Go,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Fine. But you’re coming with me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.” Wrapping his fingers around her arm, he headed toward the sliding door, toting her with him, until she yanked free. Then, lifting her nose, she stalked out in front of him, going willingly but not happily. “Kenzie,” he said as she got into her car.
“I don’t want to talk right now.” She tried to shut the driver’s door on him but he stepped closer, holding it open.
“Isn’t that convenient.”
“Dammit, Aidan. Get out of my way.”
“Just tell me where you’re going.”
For the first time, she hesitated.
“You could try my house,” he suggested. “My computer.”
She paused another beat. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Imposing would be getting your pretty ass arrested again, goddammit. Meet me there.”
“Fine.” Putting the car into gear, she peeled out, leaving him little choice but to hope that she would.
13
WITH LITTLE TO NO TRAFFIC in the middle of the night, it took only five minutes to get home. Aidan pulled into his driveway next to the little red sports car, watching Kenzie storm up the walk to his front door, looking irritated and frustrated.
Just as irritated and frustrated, he followed. Did she have no clue what she was doing to him?
How could she not?
“Wait,” she said, stopping so fast he plowed into her, staring back at the street. “Did you see that car?”
“No.”
“It was gray.” She chewed on her thumbnail. “Look, I’m not trying to change the subject here, because trust me, I’m pissed and enjoying being pissed, but I think someone’s following me.”
Reaching past her, he unlocked the door and gestured her in ahead of him, keeping his body in front of her back as he turned to eye the street.
He didn’t see the car-at the moment, there were
“Yes. Truthfully, I’m beginning to feel sort of stalked.” She whirled to face him. “Okay, so back to being pissed off.”
Oh, no. Not yet. He’d anticipated her, and was standing so close she bumped into him, squeaking in surprise, but when she tried to take a step back, he held her still. Christ, she smelled good and the way her hair framed her face…“How long have you suspected someone’s been following you?”
“Since the boat fire, I guess.”
“Have you told anyone? Tommy? The police?”
“I wasn’t really sure. I’m still not sure. It’s just a feeling.”
He let go of her to pull out his cell phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling the police.”
Kenzie stepped close and shut the phone, stuffing it back into his pocket. “Aidan, listen to me. We both know that you and I don’t do
He was not liking where this was going. At all. “Meaning?”
“Meaning I don’t have to account to you, and you’re not responsible for me.”
He stared at her, more stung than he’d like to admit. “Well, shit.”
“I mean it, Aidan.”
“You don’t want me to call the police.”
“And scare off the guy? No, I don’t.”
“Fine.”
“
“My bedroom.”
They were nose-to-nose, now. Breathing in each other’s air. He could feel the heat of her radiating into him, and for whatever reason, his hands ran down her arms and then back up again, squeezing a little, more moved by the close proximity than he’d like to admit.
The very tips of her breasts brushed against his shirt. Her thighs bumped into his. Sparks were flying from her eyes, her mouth grim.
A mouth that suddenly he couldn’t stop looking at.
Her hands had come up to his chest and she dug her fingers into his pecs, hard enough to have him hissing out a breath. Her eyes were on his, but then they lowered to his mouth.
She was thinking about kissing him.
Leaning in, he took care of that little piece of business for her. Covering her mouth with his, he swallowed her little moan of pleasure and promptly lost himself in her when she melted against him, entwining her arms around his neck so tightly he couldn’t breathe. Since breathing was overrated anyway, especially when kissing her, he just hauled her up tighter against him and kept at it. Her hands were in his hair, his molded the length of her body to
