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the scent washed over her, intoxicating her senses. She followed his face as he straightened and stared into his eyes.
    Aidan looked down at her through his lashes, the dark pools of his eyes glazed and half closed.
    “You didn’t answer me,” he whispered.
    His breath fluttered across her face, and she blinked, trying to focus on what he was asking, what he had asked. Her mouth watered, and she swallowed, unable to respond, rooted in place, unable to move an inch.
    “Did you enjoy it, Gia?” He bent his head forward, and his lips were a hair away from hers, so that he was speaking almost into her parted lips.
    She was panting, unable to control her racing breath in tandem with her pounding heart. She could feel the top of her dress pulsing in rhythm to her heart, hear it from where she stood, knowing that he could hear it, too.
    He licked his mouth, and the tip of his tongue brushed over her lips.
    The sensation was maddening, sending shivers of venomous lust coursing straight to her core. She could barely breathe, barely think. She watched his mouth as it moved, forming words that sounded so far away.
    “Did your wet pussy enjoy his cock? Did you ride him, Gia? Did you scream his name?” He leaned forward, and licked her bottom lip
    She gasped into his mouth. She moved her gaze to his eyes, staring at him, staring at her, both equally transfixed. Oh God, Aidan was just as breathtaking, just as dazzling, just as sexy. His eyes held the same pained hunger as Liam’s, as if she were the last drink that could quench his dying thirst.
    Her heart was slamming against her rib cage, faster than the rush of blood racing to her head, locked in his stare. The air was charged with electricity, sizzling madly against her senses. What was she doing? He was Liam’s brother. She had to look away, positively had to tear herself away from him. But oh Lord, she just couldn’t.
    She parted her mouth, then swept her tongue over her lips, and looked at him. His cupid’s bow was slightly moist, and just looking at it made her want to run her tongue across it.
    What was wrong with her? How could she possibly entertain the thoughts that were on the brink of taking her to a danger zone she was not sure she was armed for?
    With their eyes still locked into each other, she gasped as he moved his warm hand around to her lower back then slowly up along the length, under the waves of her hair, settling at her neck.
    “Did you enjoy his big dick fucking your pussy?” he whispered, his eyes laced with rabid desire. He exhaled and lowered his eyes before continuing. “Would you like me to fuck you?”
    No, her mind moaned, begged, screamed. But her cunt, oh God, her cunt screamed yes. But she couldn’t. This wasn’t right. But was it so wrong? her body argued. They weren’t a couple, she reminded herself. She had just met Liam. Now she was just meeting Aidan. Was that so wrong?
    “Let me fuck you, Gia,” Aidan moaned and moved his mouth to hers, biting softly on her lower lip, pulling it slightly.
    “Oh God, we can’t, but—”
    “But what? But you want to?” His hands moved up to the back of her head, raking through it.
    Aidan’s fingers against her scalp were like a thousand heated needles, igniting a fire that raced down the length of her body. She whimpered against the throb of her clit, the ocean wetness of her pussy, and the room seemed to spin around her.
    “Tell me you don’t want me, too. Tell me you don’t want me to take you right here, right now.”
    But she couldn’t. Instead, she shook her head slowly, her eyes brimming with tears of unbridled desire for this gorgeous, hot-blooded man with a cock she already knew could fuck her to ecstasy.
    “So do you want me to fuck you, Gia?”
    He slowly bent his mouth to hers and licked her mouth with the tip of his tongue. He moved his hand to her thigh, slowly inching her dress upward. “Do you?” he whispered.
    “Yes,” she said quietly under her jagged breath, and