Free Bad Fighter Stepbrother (Book 2) by Michelle Black Page B

her own. Of course, she just managed to make it worse.
    She hit the side of the tub with her wrench and threw it down. “I spent a lot of money on you...now work, you bastard.”
    “You know, beating it won’t get it to work.”
    Emma screamed and whirled around at the sound of the masculine voice. She stared at the doorway to the room and found Aiden standing behind her. He was in his usual jeans and a t-shirt, but he looked like he’d just walked off a photo shoot. She felt her body react instantly to the sight of him, and she had to fight the urge not to jump in his arms and kiss his lips. Tears welled in her eyes at the conflicting emotions threatening to drown her.
    “I wasn’t expecting you home,” she managed.
    His eyes filled with that same regret as before, and Emma couldn’t look at him again. She turned back to the panel on the tub and began fidgeting with it. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and Emma wasn’t sure if she’d actually heard it until he said it again. “Emma, I’m sorry for what I did. I shouldn’t have been a fucking coward and left like that.”
    She whirled towards him and speared him with a glare. “You were a fucking coward. You left without so much as a goodbye.” She picked up the wrench and slammed it into the side of the tub again...a metallic ringing filled the air and she winced slightly. As angry as she was, she hoped she hadn’t wrecked the tub even more.
    “You’re right,” he said, “I did get a call and I did have to go and have a meeting about my next fights, but I didn’t have to leave right away. I needed to get away to clear my head.”
    She took a step towards him, raising the wrench as she did. “You had to clear your head. Did you think that I didn’t need to talk? What the hell did we do that night? Was it the alcohol, were you drunk? Why did you kiss me...almost make love to me in the shower?”
    Aiden froze  and looked away from her. She hadn’t planned to ask those questions when she finally saw him. Hell, she hadn’t planned on asking anything. She’d thought that maybe they could go back to how it was before the shower and pretend that she hated him and he barely tolerated her. She was so angry with him...so angry at herself for wanting him still, that she couldn’t control her words.
    She took another step. “Why won’t you answer me?”
    He looked at the wrench she was holding in her hand, and his gaze was threatening, daring her to try to strike him with the wrench. She felt a flutter of fear for the first time she’d known Aiden. “I did think you needed to talk, but I wasn’t ready to,” he answered as he took a step towards her.
    Emma’s eyes widened, but she held her ground. If he was trying to intimidate her, then he would be in for a rude awakening. He couldn’t scare her. “We fooled around and if we hadn’t been interrupted, I would have made love to you right then.”
    He took another step towards her. “I wanted to take you so hard and so deep, have you screaming my name…I wanted to fill you with me as you writhed against the shower wall, pinned by my cock.”
    Her body reacted to his words, but her mind still circled the hard nugget of guilt in the pit of her stomach. It had grown larger each day that Aiden had been gone, and it was almost unmanageable.
    “I wasn’t drunk. I know you were, but I don’t think you were blind drunk. I think you were drunk enough to let your reservations about our attraction go, but that is it. For me, I hadn’t had more than a beer all night. I was perfectly sober, so you weren’t just some sloppy fuck.”
    He took another step and this time, Emma took an involuntary step backward. Gooseflesh had popped up on her skin, and she felt overheated and cold all at once. It was confusing to feel this and have to grapple with her libido at the same time as she grappled with her guilt.
    “I kissed you because I have wanted to kiss you since you were sixteen and your brother started