Wild Chance (Wild Irish Universe)(12)

“Okay.” Mona whispered.

She allowed him to escort her outside to the black Harley. After he climbed on, she accepted his hand and followed his instructions to climb on. Once she was seated, Aedan turned his head to speak with her over his shoulder.

“Come closer.” He bid her.

She scooted forward.

“Closer.”

She moved in until her front was flush against Aedan back.

“Closer.”

Mona laughed softly and pressed a kiss to his back. “Now, you’re just being a perv.”

“Darling, I resemble that remark.”

With her heart hammering in her chest, Mona wrapped her arms around his body, and rested her cheek against him. The cycle rumbled then roared. It vibrated sweetly between her legs.

The first movement of the motorcycle jarred her, terrified her. She hung on tighter, but Aedan didn’t seem to mind. It took some time but soon she was comfortable against his warm back, feeling him pulse alive under her. He carried her through the streets, past Pat’s and further until he finally made a left turn. When he slowed, they were by one of Mona’s favorite places in the entire world. There, all she had to do was look up and all she saw were stars. The evening wasn’t dark enough yet.

Across the space sat a string of restaurants. They weren’t fancy but the food there was so delicious, Mona couldn’t ever remember eating anything that good. She accepted his hand to help her from the cycle but tripped and fell against his chest. He caught her by the hips and looked down into her eyes.

Mona smiled. “At the end of our last date, I wanted something from you.”

“Do you still want it now?”

“Yes.” Her voice cracked. “Very much.”

“Name it.”

“Kiss me.”

Aedan shook his head and eased back. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I kiss you, now, it won’t stop at just one kiss. I’m pretty sure you realize I’m attracted to you.”

Mona hung her head. “I’m sorry.”

“No.” Aedan held her shoulders. “I want to—I mean, of course I want to.”

“Then, take what you want.”

“I can’t.”

Aedan turned and began walking toward the restaurants. She jogged to catch up to him.

“Aedan, I’m not asking you to make love to me right here. I—never mind. I’m not desperate. Let’s just have dinner and I can go home and—”

Mona hadn’t even realized he’d moved. But at some point, she wound up against his chest, his arms tangled about her body with his large palms pressing against her ass. He held her like a man should, tightly, securely, posessively. He ravished her mouth, plunging his tongue into her heat and growling at her reciprocation.

But nothing Aedan did in that moment would make her run. Even when he crushed his hard cock against her, showing her precisely what he wanted, she merely gripped the back of his shirt in a fist and moaned for him.

Mona immediately realized why Aedan hadn’t wanted to kiss her. He was rough, primal and even though it should terrify her, she craved more.

A swirl of his tongue cured her of her habit of thinking.




Aedan sat across from Mona and listened to her talk. It was a simple question—how was your day?—but he could listen to her speak forever. That, in itself, was strange. No other woman had entranced him like Mona had. When she grinned sheepishly at him and set her fork down, he smiled.

“Listen to me go on and on about my kids,” Mona said.

“I don’t mind, really.” Aedan admitted. “Do you want children?”

“Of my own? Of course. You?”

Aedan nodded. “Yes. I’ve always wanted a little one of my own.”

She tapped the corner of her lips. “How’s it being back? Are you settling in?”

“I am. I have my family.”

“The Collins?”

Aedan nodded.

“What about real family?”

“Um—” He took a drink from his drink and set the glass back on the counter. He wished he could have something a little stronger than soda, but he had to carry her home and he didn’t want to put her in any danger. Aedan cleared his throat. “My mother was really young when she had me.”

“How young?”

“Fourteen.”

“Wow,” Mona whispered. “I can’t imagine being that young and pregnant—lord, I think I would have died with the thought of telling my parents alone.”

Aedan nodded.

“What about your dad?”

“From what I gathered from my uncle, my father, died before I was born. He didn’t know why and my aunt—well, she wasn’t—isn’t the best person to ask anything. With my mother, in those days, an unwed mother was still something of a taboo. Compound that with being that young and pregnant—well. So, she sent me here to live with my aunt and her husband.”

“How was that?”

“Terrifying.”

“Oh!”

“My aunt never wanted a child. I mean, when she wasn’t around, my uncle was amazing. He was often time the buffer between her and I. But that didn’t last for very long. In my teens he had a stroke and didn’t recover from it.”