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

these.” She gulped air. “I know who my father is. I have brothers.”
    “Can I look at all this?” he asked.
    “Go ahead.”
    After Aiden finished reading, he silently stacked the papers and slid them into the envelope. Without speaking, he took Sam by the hand and led her to her room where he tenderly slipped off her jeans and sweater, then pulled back the bedcovers. “You need to rest. Get into bed.”
    As if in a trance, she did as he ordered. Aiden undressed to his boxers and slid in next to her. He flipped the comforter and sheet over them and enfolded her into his embrace.
    “It’s okay, Sam. Sleep. Relax. I’m here for you. We can talk about this later if you want.”
    Secure in his arms, she closed her eyes. “Later,” she said, and drifted into sleep.
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    Sam woke to darkness and a quiet house. Aiden slept next to her, his features relaxed and younger-looking. She skimmed a finger over his lips. He opened one deep blue eye, then the other.
    “Feel better?” he asked.
    “Yes.” She brushed a light kiss on his lips. “Thanks for understanding, for helping me.”
    With a smile, he took her in his arms, held her tightly and rolled so she was on top of him. Her hair fell over his chest and he brushed it back, hooking it behind her ears. “I’ll always be here for you, Sam.”
    Would he? She couldn’t ask the question, was afraid of the answer. She suspected he wanted more from her than she could give.
    She pushed aside those thoughts and settled more comfortably, folding her arms on his broad chest and staring down at him. “I feel so sad. My mother really does love me. I never felt that growing up. I wish she’d told me. I wish we could have been closer. Yet, a part of me can’t forgive what she did with Kurt. Am I wrong to still feel this resentment, especially since I was about to break up with him? But my mother didn’t know that.”
    “You’re human, sweetheart. What you feel is normal. What your mother and Kurt did was reprehensible. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You and Lisa may never be close, but she reached out to you with that letter. Give her a chance.”
    “I’ll try.”
    “Will you try to contact your brothers?”
    She shook her head. “I’m not sure I want to know them.”
    “You’ll do the right thing.” He cupped her face between his hands. “It’s the kind of person you are.”
    With his thumb he tenderly rubbed her cheek. “I want to make love to you.”
    She felt herself falling—falling for him. The revelation confused and scared her, then all thought vanished when he massaged her nape with his strong, calloused fingers. He cupped the back of her head and pressed her closer. His touch made her body come to life. She was truly lost.
    “Aiden,” she whispered.
    Then his mouth, hungry and demanding, was on hers. She opened for him, needing him, craving him with a hunger that tore at her soul.
    His fingers traced the line of her back while his mouth plundered hers. Shudders of need wracked her. Intoxicated by Aiden’s drugging kiss and her own desperate needs, Sam gripped the smooth, firm flesh of his shoulders, reveling in his heat and hardness.
    Aiden flung away the bedcovers and cupped her bottom to gently lift her off him, rolling her onto her back. He knelt beside her as his smoldering blue gaze, sinful and tempting, trailed over her body.
    “I want to see all of you,” he said in a thick voice. With agonizing slowness, he unhooked her bra, helped her out of it, and tossed it over his shoulder. He filled his hands with her breasts, worshipping her with his eyes. Leaning closer, he took one of her pebbled nipples into his mouth. He teased each nipple, provoking moans of pleasure from her. She plowed her fingers into the richness of his hair as something deep and yearning pulsed in her.
    He teased a path down her body, nipping and kissing, laving her navel. With exquisite tenderness he slipped off her thong and tossed it aside. He raked his hot