Hell, yeah.
The headboard of the bed began to strike the wall with rhythmic thumps, but Aidan didn’t care. He found her breast with his hand. Tried not to be too rough. But the pressure was mounting and the little cries emerging from her lips as her muscles tightened around him drove him wild.
Flinging her head back, she called his name as she came. Her inner walls clamped down around him, pulsing and squeezing him tight. Aidan shouted with his own release as an orgasm rocked him, pleasure streaking through him and turning his blood to fire.
Breathing hard, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.
When he rolled them to their sides, Dana slid one leg up his and draped her knee across his hip, holding him inside her body. Damp tendrils of hair clung to the sides of her pretty, flushed face. Her lovely hazel eyes held so much emotion as they met his.
Aidan smoothed her hair back from her face and felt such love for her. How she’d changed his world, his very existence.
She smiled.
Did she see it? All the things he wanted to say to her but feared it might be too soon?
Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss to his lips, then closed her eyes and snuggled against him.
A contentment Aidan hadn’t experienced in almost three thousand years stole over him, swiftly lulling him into sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Aidan awoke with a start, instantly alert, senses tingling.
No sunlight filtered in through the drapes, letting him know it was night. They must have slept the day away… when they hadn’t been making love, that is.
He frowned.
Something was wrong. He could feel it.
Careful not to wake Dana, he sat up.
Despite the darkness, Aidan had little difficulty seeing the room around him. But nothing appeared to be out of place.
No intruders lurked in the shadows. No hearts beat in the room, aside from his own and Dana’s.
So what was raising the hairs on the back of his neck?
He sent his senses exploring.
Heather slept. Ethan slouched beside her on their bed, watching a movie, the sound turned down low. Ed was tapping away on a computer keyboard somewhere. Brodie was with him and sounded as though he was ensuring Chris had sent enough network employees over to Dana’s home to make the necessary repairs.
The rest of the house was quiet.
Rising, Aidan crossed to the window. Careful not to make a sound, he unlatched it and raised it enough to allow a gentle breeze to waft inside.
Closing his eyes, he let the sounds of the night tease his ears while his nose sorted through the plethora of scents that floated on the wind.
His eyes flew open.
Emitting a snarl of frustration, he swung around and grabbed his discarded pants.
Wake up Heather, he ordered Ethan telepathically as he dressed at preternatural speeds. Roland Warbrook is coming.
“Shit!” Ethan spat in the other room.
Exactly.
With everything else going on, did they really need another go-around with the irascible immortal?
Aidan leaned over the bed and drew a hand over Dana’s mussed hair. “Dana? Wake up, sweetheart.”
She slept so deeply he had to call her name a couple more times before her eyes slowly opened to half-mast. Her lips curled into a soft smile. “Hmm?”
“I need you to wake up, sweetheart,” he urged. “Quickly now.”
That reached her.
Swiftly rolling onto her back, she looked up at him with alarm. “What is it? Are vampires attacking again?”
“No. Roland is coming.”
Her brows slammed together. “The Roland who wants you dead?”
“Yes. He’ll be here momentarily.”
She sat up, face darkening with aggravation. “Well, shit. We just can’t get a break, can we?” she grumbled, throwing the covers back and rising.
Aidan laughed.
Dana sent him a smile full of chagrin. “I’m sorry. Now might be a good time to tell you I’m not a morning person.”
“Nor am I,” he said with a grin. Damn, he loved her. She even appealed to him when she was grumpy. “And it isn’t morning. It’s night. Get dressed, love.”
Dana hurried over to her bag and began yanking out clothing while Aidan tried not to let her nudity distract him.
“Don’t worry,” he said, refocusing his attention too late to keep his body from responding. “I’m at full strength now and will have Heather and Ethan at my back. Heather matches me in both speed and strength, so Roland poses no real threat to us.”
“You say that, but I know you and can tell you’re uneasy about his coming here.”
“Only because—if he intends to try to kill me again—I’ll have to find a way to stop him without inflicting so much damage that it will piss off Seth.”
“Great,” she groused as she stomped into the bathroom with a pile of clothes tucked under one arm. “Don’t worry about the nutcase who’s trying to kill you. Worry about pissing off the great and powerful Oz.” She slammed the door behind her.
Laughing, Aidan grabbed a couple of katanas.
The bathroom door eased open enough for Dana to poke her head out. She sent him a rueful smile. “Sorry. The whole I’m not a morning person thing might have been a bit of an understatement.”
Closing the distance between them, he pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “You’ve gotten very little sleep in the past forty-eight hours. And I think you’re cute when you’re cranky.”
She laughed. “Then maybe you’re the nutcase.”
Aidan chuckled. “Get dressed. If Roland sees you looking so enchantingly disheveled, I’ll end up wanting to kill him.”
All concern and crankiness leaving her expression, she ducked back into the bathroom.
Still smiling, Aidan crossed to the bedroom door and opened it.
Ethan and Heather waited in the hallway, already dressed and armed.
Heather grinned. “I like her,” she whispered.
“Me, too,” Ethan seconded.
Aidan shook his head. “I’m a bit fond of her myself.”
Heather laughed. “Just a bit, huh?”
The three headed toward the front of the house.
“So what do you think this is?” Ethan asked. “Is he going to try to kill you again?’
“I have no idea, but I think it a distinct possibility.”
“You know we have your back, right?” Ethan said.
Heather nodded.
Aidan smiled. “I appreciate that. But you should know that Sarah is with him.”
Heather’s brow furrowed as she glanced at her husband.
Ethan’s look turned uneasy. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable fighting Sarah. Roland may be an irascible pain in everyone’s ass, but Sarah is a real sweetheart.”
Heather nodded. “And Seth does not like fighting among the ranks.”
Ed strolled into the room, garbed in black jeans, a black T-shirt, and scuffed black boots.
Brodie followed in similar garb.
“Roland and Sarah are on their way,” Aidan informed them.
“We heard,” they said, unconcerned.
Dana entered.
Aidan motioned to the Seconds. “Dana, this is Brodie, my Second. You met Ed when we arrived.”
The three exchanged hi, nice-to-meet-ya’s.