Moonlight Road (Virgin River #11)(49)

Her eyes lit up. “Are we going to do it again?”

“And again and again and again…”

“Are we going to eat?” she asked.

“Eventually,” he said. “I have some things I think we should try. Fun things. Crazy things. Before the Fourth of July weekend keeps us from f**king our brains out.”

“Ohhhhh…Would it be rude of me to call Marcie and ask her to come another time? Like next year? And exactly how much do you like your family? Because I think they’re starting to rain on my parade…”

“No talking,” he said, coming down on her mouth with his.

Nine

If there was one thing Erin never expected when a bushy-bearded maniac cut his way through her trees with a three-foot-long knife, it was a long afternoon and evening of the purest carnal pleasure she’d ever experienced. Aiden wanted to experiment, trying out a lot of different positions with her to see what made her feel best. She came apart explosively when she discovered that being on top, controlling his movements and the position of his hands and fingers, was special. Very special. She loved the naughty and deep way he laughed when she made discoveries like that.

Of course, there were some things that worked better for him than her—standing up in the shower being one. It was a bit scary. She was all slippery and afraid he was going to drop her, so it was not mutually successful. But it left him smiling. “That was selfish,” she muttered to him.

“I’m a selfish bastard,” he said, dropping to one knee in the shower. “Let’s see if we can even the score.” He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder while she leaned against the shower wall, and while a couple of fingers moved rhythmically inside her, he covered her clitoris with his mouth.

She gasped, then she moaned, then she almost collapsed on top of him. “Even,” she rasped in a coarse whisper. And then, “I’m starving….”

He let go a sinister laugh. “Because it’s almost ten o’clock and I’ve been working on you for hours. You’re coming right along, too. Pun intended.”

“Found the clutch,” she said weakly.

“Every time,” he agreed. He turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around her and himself. “I’ll feed you. You need to keep up your strength.”

Aiden heated the roasted chicken and fries in the oven while Erin tossed a salad. “Can I ask you something personal?” she began, her gaze concentrated on the salad. “I mean, I think it’s personal…”

“Shoot,” he said.

“What’s it like being a gynecologist? I mean, being a man and a gynecologist.”

He smiled and with a finger under her chin, lifted her gaze. “Ask me what you really want to ask me.”

“A man, looking at the object of a man’s desire all day long…”

“I don’t get to do that,” he said. “The object of my desire is right here.” And he gave her a little kiss. “What I examine is medical—my concern is the female reproductive system. Which rocks, by the way. It’s simple yet complex. And while ordinary exams might get a little boring, there just isn’t anything to compare to helping new life into the world.”

“Male doctors—I mean, it doesn’t…”

He laughed at her. “My brothers ask me this all the time, but it usually takes a little more alcohol. No, male doctors no more get turned on by female anatomy than female doctors and nurses get turned on when caring for male patients. Now, you,” he said, running a hand down her towel-covered back and slipping underneath to caress her butt, “seriously turn me on. And we need to eat a quick dinner.”

“How long are you planning to stay?”

“Till you throw me out.”

“Are you thinking of staying the night?”

He shrugged. “Unless you’re uncomfortable sharing a bed through the night. It’s up to you. But if you say yes, I’m not leaving before morning.” He gave her another kiss. “Late morning.”

“You’re sure your family won’t be looking for you?”

“I gave Luke the number in case Shelby goes into labor. She really needs to give me a break here and let me have a night alone with you before your family descends for the weekend.” He grew serious. “If you’d prefer to spend the night alone, it’s all right, Erin. Just tell me.”

She shook her head; she wanted him to stay. “Have you ever been in love?” she asked him. “Maybe I should say, how many times have you been in love?”

It was his turn to shake his head. “I had some serious lust that I mistook for love as a young man.”

“Not even your wife?”

“Especially not my wife…”

“But you married her!”

He took a deep breath. “I’m not proud of that. The fact is, I got off a ship after a really long dry spell and got thoroughly seduced by an enlisted navy medical secretary—I have no trouble believing she was far more sexually experienced than I was, and I admit, with a great deal of embarrassment, that I went into a trance. In the military, you just don’t go boinking your subordinates, and I was facing serious trouble, so we got married and she was discharged, which turned out to be exactly what she wanted. I was set up from the beginning—I was a discharge chit and some pocket change. Three months later, we were divorced. It was a horrible experience.”