Heather started down a hallway. “You can stay in one of our guest rooms.” She stopped beside an open door. “This one is the largest.”
Dana peered inside. She had feared they would end up sleeping in a cold dark basement like the vampires in movies did. But this bedroom was on the ground floor and large enough to encompass most of the first floor of Dana’s duplex. Beautifully decorated, it reminded her of something she might find in a high-end hotel and had windows with curtains and everything.
“Is this okay?” Heather asked them. “We have another one if you’d prefer it.”
“This is fine,” Aidan assured her, following Dana inside.
Heather smiled. “Good. Just let us know if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Heather. We will.” Aidan closed the door.
Dana looked at the king-sized bed, the bedside tables, the plush chairs and large-screen television, and realized this was where her vision had shown her they would make love.
Warmth unexpectedly unfurled inside her as she recalled the feel of Aidan’s mouth on her breast.
Turning, she found him studying her.
He tilted his head to one side. “Tonight? Or ever?”
She raised her eyebrows. “What?”
His lips turned up in a faint smile. “I thought you were going to tell me you’re not having sex with me, like you did on our first date.”
Smiling, she motioned to the bed. “You recognize this place?”
He nodded, his eyes acquiring an amber glow. “This is where we made love in your vision.”
Her pulse picked up. “So it is.” What the hell was wrong with her? She had just had the scare of a lifetime—two actually—but suddenly could think of nothing but the feel of Aidan’s hands on her, tugging her shirt over her head so he could touch bare skin, teasing her nipples and tantalizing her with his tongue.
Heat flashed through her.
“Shall I tell Heather we’d like another room?” he asked.
Dana shook her head.
He took a step toward her. “Do you want me to sleep on the floor?”
Again she wagged her head from side to side, staggered by the desire that suddenly coursed through her.
Aidan slowly approached her. “What do you want?” he asked softly.
“Honestly?”
“Honestly.”
“I want you,” she stated boldly. “Naked. I want to feel your bare body against mine.”
His eyes brightened with amber light. “Dana,” he whispered, his voice deepening as he drew close enough to touch.
“I think,” she said breathlessly as she tilted her head back to look up at him, “that I’m doing that thing where—after narrowly escaping death—you feel a sudden, driving need to reaffirm life.”
He settled his hands on her hips and squeezed as though he wanted desperately to let those hands go exploring and was barely keeping them in check. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.”
Easing forward, she leaned her body into his. “I’ll tempt you and more,” she promised, sucking in a breath when he slid his large hands around and down to cup her ass.
Both moaned when she rose onto her toes and arched against the hard length behind his fly.
“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret tomorrow,” he said, though his body was clearly more than eager to play with hers.
“I don’t care about tomorrow.” Reaching up, she cradled his face in her hands. “I thought you were going to die tonight, Aidan. Twice, I thought you were going to die. And we both died in my vision.”
“Dana—”
“I don’t care about our differences. I don’t care that you’re immortal and I’m mortal. I care about you. When I awoke from that vision… The grief I felt in the seconds before I realized you hadn’t died, that you were still sleeping beside me, made that abundantly clear to me.” She drew her thumbs across his beard stubble, enjoying the prickly feel of it. “I care about you,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I’m falling in love with you.” She tasted his warm, soft lips again. “I want you.”
Groaning, he lowered his head and claimed her lips in a long, deep, pulse-spiking kiss. Heat seared her as his tongue slid inside to dance with her own. Every tantalizing stroke made her body burn.
She moved her hips. He was so hard for her. And it felt so good to rub against him while he did such wicked things with his tongue. Never had a kiss aroused her so thoroughly.
Still cupping her ass with one hand, he slipped the other beneath the hem of her button-down shirt and smoothed it up her side to palm her breast. Her breath caught as he drew a thumb across the taut peak. She hadn’t taken the time to don a bra earlier, so only the soft, thin material of her tank top separated them as he teased her, toyed with her, then delivered a sharp pinch.
Lightning shot through her.
Dana buried her fingers in his hair. Sliding one leg up his, she hooked her knee over his hip and opened herself to him. A low growl of approval rumbled in his chest as he ground his erection against her core. So good. She wanted more.
Without warning, Aidan lifted her and spun in a blur to press her up against the nearest wall. Dana gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding on tight.
His lips left hers, trailing a fiery path down her neck. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Did I scare you?”
He had moved preternaturally fast, but…
“No.” She moaned as he began to rock against her. “Don’t stop.”
His hands grew more aggressive, his rough touch increasing the pleasure while his thrusts continued to build the pressure, making her frantic for more. She gave his hair a tug.
Another rumble of approval.
She stroked his back, loving the heavy muscles that moved and flexed as he drove her wild. She gripped his tight, muscled ass and urged him on. “Why aren’t we naked?” she complained on another moan. If they were naked he would already be inside her, driving into her with deep powerful thrusts and assuaging this burning need.
A sound of protest escaped her when he released her breast. He fumbled with the tiny buttons on the front of her shirt. “Why did you have to go and put more clothes on?” he grumbled, his voice raspy with arousal.
She laughed.
He sent her a boyish smile, holding her up with his hips while he worked the buttons with his fingers. When he looked down again, he froze. “Shite. I forgot.”
“Forgot what?” she asked, squirming against him and delighting in every dart of pleasure it inspired.
Aidan abandoned her buttons. Wrapping his arms around her, he stepped back. “Let go for a moment,” he murmured.
Frowning, she lowered her feet to the floor.
Cool air rushed between them when he released her and moved away. But it didn’t dim her desire in the least.
Dana looked up at him in confusion. “Aidan?”
He held up an index finger as he backed away. “Hold that thought.”
A breeze whipped her as he darted into the bathroom at preternatural speeds.
Swaying drunkenly, she stared after him as he closed the door behind him. Her thoughts scattered. Her body hummed with desire.
A thunk sounded, followed by a squeak. Water splashed.
What was he doing in there?