Free Hate at First Sight by Diana Nixon Page B

you come back here?”
    I looked in the rear-view mirror and met Megan’s thoughtful eyes staring back at me.
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said after a short pause. “I’m used to the noisy streets and traffic jams. And I’m sure that local peacefulness and silence will drive me crazy in no time.”
    “What about Bristol?” I asked. “It’s a big city, but not as overcrowded as London.”
    “I don’t know anyone there. Besides, I have already found a job in London.”
    “You could work with us,” Owen said, as if reading my mind. The thought was thrilling, but a little scary at the same time. Three days in the company of a beautiful woman is one thing, but working with her side by side is quite different.
    “It’s a very hard decision to make,” she said, as if she was waiting for me to repeat Owen’s offer.  But I didn’t….
     
    The rest of the way back home we spent in silence. And somehow it felt like it was my fault. I could feel the tension growing between the three of us. Owen knew that something was going on between his sister and me, he wasn’t blind after all.
    Megan avoided my gaze, but I wasn’t going to give up my plan about her. And the first step should have been done right away….

Chapter 11
Megan
 
    I was glad to spend a few hours away from home, wedding preparations and my thoughts about Aiden. Though I never expected to see him in the club, and our last conversation left a very strange feeling inside me. I didn’t know how to describe it. It was a mixture of disappointment and hope. And the excitement about the upcoming three days that he wanted to spend with me.
     
    I returned to my room about midnight. I was so tired that I didn’t even want to take a shower, but the disgusting smell of cigarettes that I could feel all over my skin and hair made me drag myself to the bathroom, where I tried to rub away the traces of my evening’s entertainments.
     
    I couldn’t fall asleep, and I didn’t know how long I had been awake, when suddenly someone’s warm arm wrapped around my waist, and soft lips kissed my shoulder. The familiar scent burned my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply enjoying the mixture of shampoo and aftershave. I didn’t want to open my eyes, afraid to ruin the beautiful dream.
    Shivers ran down my spine, following the fingers drawing barely tangible circles on my back; an ache crept through my body and my breathing deepened.
    There was only one person able to make me tremble in seconds. And he was there now: in my bed, in my dream.
    Aiden….
    I could feel his kisses covering my neck and moving slowly up to my ear. He brushed his hands down my body and stopped at the edge of my nightgown caressing my hip, before his palm slipped to a small, lacy piece of my lingerie.
    I groaned quietly, waiting for the palm to move further. Instead, it moved up to my stomach pushing my back to a flat, hard chest behind me.
    My heart missed a beat when the soft fingers reached my breast. I rolled onto my back to give them a better access to whatever they wanted to touch. My lips curled into a smile, as I lifted my hands to run them up the strong arms and shoulders. I dug my fingers into their skin and pulled Aiden closer. He wrapped his legs around mine pinning me to the sheets with his torso. Not that I minded being his prisoner of course.
    “Kiss me,” he asked in a whisper. And I obeyed.
    When my lips found his, my mind exploded into millions of small pieces, and there was no way we could stop our sweet play. Every inch of me tensed when I felt Aiden’s palm sliding to the most sensitive part of my body.
    “Oh, God,” he breathed into the curve of my neck. “You are so soft and sweet. I can’t keep myself away from you. I want to explore every inch of you; kiss and taste you everywhere.”
    “Then what are you waiting for?” I was desperate. I didn’t want him to stop. But that was exactly what he did….
    “Not tonight,” he said, before his lips