Free Flashback by Jill Shalvis

heart?”
    â€œGoing to do my damnedest.”
    â€œI never meant to break yours.”
    â€œAt least let me think I’m getting my revenge, okay?”
    Her toes were killing him. So were her legs, the ones all caught up in his. And somehow he had a thigh between hers…
    She propped her head up with her good hand, staring at him in the oddly lit room. Now he could see her forehead and her nose, but not her eyes or her mouth.
    â€œIt really is going to be you nursing the heart this time,” she whispered.
    That could very well be. But honestly, he wasn’t sure his bruised heart functioned enough to break. Hell, it was probably dried up from misuse. And yet…and yet lying there with her in his arms seemed to jump-start the organ. It ached, and not just because of their past, it ached for the here and now, for the woman she’d become.
    â€œYou,” she repeated softly, even a little smugly, and for some reason, some sick reason, it was a turn-on.
    And because he was weak and maybe just a little bit stupid, he put his hand on her hip and leaned in to see her better, which he couldn’t. She was still in slatted black and white. “I meant what I said, Kenz. I’m sorry you got hurt.”
    â€œGood. I want you sorry. Very, very sorry.”
    Yes, but did she want him aroused? Because he was. Her T-shirt had risen up enough to remind him she wasn’t wearing panties.
    Yeah, colossally stupid.
    By now it had to be crystal clear to her that he was butt-ass naked. In the name of fair warning, he pulled her in a little closer.
    â€œWhat are you doing?”
    What was he doing? No idea. Bending his head, he rubbed his jaw to hers, bumped the tip of his nose to her earlobe.
    With a shiver, she clutched at him and arched her neck, giving him better access.
    Which he took.
    â€œI can’t remember what I was saying,” she murmured.
    He let out a breath in her ear and she shivered again, which he liked. He liked that a lot. “You were telling me how you’re going to break my heart.”
    â€œThat’s right.” Her fingers dug into the small of his back as she moved, the black and white shadows shifting over her. “I am. Aidan?”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œYou’re naked.”
    He’d been wondering when that would come up. Seeing as he was already quite “up”…
    She gulped, and then did something he didn’t expect. She rolled to her back and pulled him on top of her, allowing him to settle between her thighs, which were not cold like her feet, but warm and cushy and very, very welcoming.
    â€œYou should know,” she whispered in his ear, making sure her lips brushed his flesh, causing a series of shivers of his own. “I plan to make you beg for mercy this time.”
    God. “I’m close to begging right now,” he admitted.
    â€œReally?”
    She sounded breathless as hell, which was another big turn-on. So many…“Really.”
    He was hard. She was soft, so soft, and pressing all that softness up against him. “If you’re not sleepwalking, or having a bad dream,” he wondered, “why are you in here?”
    â€œNo hotels, remember?”
    â€œWhy are you in bed with me?” he clarified.
    Her hands glided up and down his back, going lower on each pass. “My feet were cold.”
    He pressed his feet to hers, and then his mouth to her throat. “Is that all?”
    â€œAbsolutely. That and the begging.”
    He let out a huff of low laughter against her skin, and then because his mouth was right there against her neck, and because she was touching his butt, and because she smelled good, he took a little nibble.
    Her fingers dug into him, telling him how much she liked it but she shook her head. “No more touching until you beg.”
    â€œI wasn’t touching, I was kissing.”
    â€œNo kissing until you beg. No anything until you beg.”
    â€œI’ve