Free Crossing the Line by Annabelle Eaton Page A

down,
wasting no time in getting me down to my underwear. I gasp as my need for him
doubles. That is so hot. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lies down on top
of me and grip his hair. He kisses my neck, and I shudder at his hot breath
blowing over my skin. I want to shout at him, there really is no time for
foreplay, but I can’t speak.
    Someone bangs on my door and we shoot up,
springing apart. Shit. I stare in horror. If they come in, they’ll get a right
eyeful. Aden is a picture of calm as if this is a daily occurrence while I’m
frozen in blind panic. He opens my walk-in wardrobe and softly closes the door
behind him.
    “Amelie?” Mum calls through the door. Oh
that’s the worst person for it to be. I bend down and snatch my dress.
    “I’ll be there in a minute,” I reply, trying
to find the bottom of the fucking dress.
    “I’m coming in,” she says, opening the door
before I can tell her not to. I stand in front of her in my underwear. She
stares at me; wide eyed, as if I’m crazy.
    “Hi, Mum,” I say, smiling and acting
casual.
    She shakes her head once. “Amelie, what on
earth are you doing?”
    “Err I…” She raises her eyebrows, waiting
for an answer. “I spilt my drink on my dress, so I came up here to change.” She
sighs and walks towards my wardrobe, towards Aden! “What are you doing?” I ask
quickly, sprinting in front of her, blocking her way.
    “I’m helping you pick out another dress.
Goodness knows what you’ll pick if I leave you to it. Move out of the way,
please.” I close my eyes and pray Aden’s heard us and is hiding somewhere. After
a few seconds, when I hear no screaming, I open my eyes.
    I walk in after her and watch as she turns
her nose up at most of my clothes. “We need to go shopping soon,” she mutters.
    “Yes, Mum,” I reply, looking around for
Aden. He’s good at this; I can’t see him anywhere, and I’m practically an
expert at hiding. I’ve had years of practice.
    “Here.” She hands me a floor length silver
dress. “Don’t be long, Amelie.” I sign in relief as soon as she’s out of sight
and I hear my door click shut.
    “Aden?” I whisper, even though we’re alone
now.
    I hear him chuckle as he walks out through
a row of coats. “That was a close one,” he says, grinning in amusement. I roll
my eyes and slip the dress over my head. Aden shakes his head.
    “Wrong way!” I slap his hands away as he
tries to pull the dress back over my head. “Are you serious? We were almost
caught. I need to get back down there before my Mum has a heart attack.”
    He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him,
my body presses against his, turning me on so bad that I just want to rip his
stupid clothes off. He kisses my neck again, gently biting on the skin and
making me moan. I close my eyes, tilting my head to give him better access.
    Suddenly he steps back. “You’re right, we
should get back. Your mum might look for you again if we don’t get down there.” Fucking little tease! “Don’t be long,
Amelie,” he says, mimicking Mum as he walks out, laughing to himself.
    I dress quickly and make my way downstairs.
I am going to ignore Aden completely, so I now have to get drunk. No way I can
get through tonight with no Aden or alcohol. Mum smiles at me approvingly when
she sees me walk back into the room. I guess I was quick enough and am
appropriately dressed.
    I head straight for the bar and see Aden
right in front of me talking to Isabel. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m
jealous. She’s my sister and I love her, but I still want to throw my drink
over her, after I get one. The thought of them getting together, like my mother
clearly wants, makes me feel physically ill.
    “Your usual?” the bartender says, picking
up the vodka to make me another Cosmo. Where did my mojito go? Someone must
have claimed it. I nod and smile at him, sitting down on one of the stools and
trying not to look at Aden and Isabel. I don’t want him to know that it