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Then she fast-forwarded to the awkward apology that would doom Aiden into insisting everything was “okay.” And, finally, the even more awkward drive home, when she’d chatter nonstop to fill the quiet but sexually charged air between them. Aiden would drop her off, hop on his bike, and leave frustrated and Sadie would never see him again.
    Sadie felt a rush of shyness, her cheeks going warm as she tightened her arms around her bare breasts. She wanted to sink into the floor, but since that was about as likely as another date with Aiden, she may as well tackle the situation head-on. Which was how, exactly? How was she supposed to start this conversation?
    Sorry, no boobs for you .
    Aiden moved one hand to the back of Sadie’s head, his watchfulness making her twitchy. He rubbed his fingers gently on her scalp, then whispered, “okay,” and dropped a kiss onto her lips.
    Okay? She blinked at him like an owlet. What did okay mean?
    Aiden hugged her against him as he leaned—wow, she could feel exactly how much she’d turned him on right through those thick jeans he wore—and grabbed something from the other side of the couch.
    His shirt.
    “I won’t look.” He turned his shirt right side out and, true to his word, kept his eyes on hers as he stretched the neck over her head. He held the shirt out to hide her body as Sadie shyly threaded her arms through the sleeves.
    He pulled her hair through the neck of the T-shirt and ran his hands down her clothed back. “Better?”
    So much better, but Sadie couldn’t even look at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
    Aiden turned her chin with his thumb and finger, smothering her words with two quick kisses. “Nope. You don’t get to feel bad.”
    She had to smile, despite the heat in her face, and the very real urge to duck into the shirt like a turtle into its shell. In an attempt to ease the tension, and get the horrible part of the evening over with as soon as possible, she blurted, “Here’s to the most uncomfortable car ride home ever.”
    Aiden didn’t laugh, didn’t reply, only moved her until he cradled her like a baby, and stood with her in his arms.
    She yipped, grappling onto his shoulders for balance. “What are you doing?”
    “Well, I’m not taking you home, if that’s what you’re asking.” Aiden carried her through the house and kicked open a door.
    In the streetlight shining through the window, she made out a pile of dark bedding and a hulking dresser in one corner. He plopped her onto the bed with a soft bounce, sat on a chair, and started untying his boots. “Do you like to have water on the nightstand while you sleep?”
    Sadie pushed herself up on her elbows. “What?”
    “Water. To drink.” He slipped off one boot, then another, tossing them into his closet. Before she could answer, he stood, unsnapped his jeans, and slid them down his legs. Sadie caught a glimpse of black briefs before wrenching her eyes away.
    If she wasn’t embarrassed before, she was now. Look at him. But she couldn’t. She wanted to die—just a little—for her own prudish, prim behavior keeping her from peeling back that last layer of cotton and learning what Aiden had under there. She bit her lip. She deserved a lip bite. And to have her ears boxed. What woman in her right mind would stop now ?
    Aiden approached and reached for her skirt, pulling Sadie from her thoughts. Her eyes trickled down his bare chest to his underwear. She didn’t look away this time. In the same way she couldn’t look a second ago, now her attention was glued to a nearly naked Aiden and the impressive arousal straining the seams of his briefs.
    “No laughing,” he growled, unbuttoning her skirt.
    When she was able to lurch her eyes from his crotch to his face, she saw that he was teasing her, his eyes glinting with humor, even as a muscle ticked in his jaw. He shimmied her skirt down her legs, at the same time pulling the T-shirt over her thighs to hide her panties from