Aiden feigned indignation as he pulled her naked body close to him. Skin to skin contact with her reanimated his senses. “Will ye sign ole Scratch’s book?” he said in a menacing voice.

She fended him off through her giggles. “Never,” she cried.

“But I’ll give you everything you could ever dream of,” Aiden promised, kissing her neck. “You’ve already had a taste of the forbidden fruit.”

“You tempted me,” she gasped when his hand drifted down her belly and cupped between her legs. “Like you’re trying to do now.” She was wet again. He took advantage of this, carefully sliding a finger past her folds.

“This is what happens to women who show up on my doorstep in wet clingy dresses,” he whispered in her ear. He stretched along her writhing body and watched the deep red settle into her brown cheeks. He loved the way her eyes drifted shut as her mouth fell open. Aiden leaned his head down and ran his tongue across her dusky brown nipple, it puckered like a small pebble under his mouth.

“Aiden,” she breathed.

“No, my dear. The devil in me must make a cautionary tale out of you.” He then sucked the tight bud while his finger and thumb did their work below the covers. She grabbed his hand, pressing it hard against her and followed his pace, grinding her hips in time with his strokes. Her shallow pants and her curls plastered against her sweating temple were equal parts pleasure and agony for Aiden. His erection pressed uncomfortably against her hip and he didn’t know how much more he could take. When she spasmed around his fingers, he remembered why he enjoyed pleasuring her. It was to see her face in that final moment. The crease in her brow and her widened mouth, were almost enough to send him soaring. Antonia’s thighs closed around his arm like a vise. He kissed her deeply until she relaxed her body against him. Once his hand was released, he ran it up her belly, to her breast and squeezed.

“Have I done a good job of ruining you, m’lady?” he asked.

“The devil,” she repeated with a blissful sigh.

Chapter Twenty

They were going to give this whole “dating” thing another shot. After their misunderstanding in the Letterfrack café, Aiden had suggested they try something that wasn’t work related. As Antonia stood on the floating docks, she kept her legs relaxed and bent, wondering if this was his attempt to remain in control. While the ocean was lovely and inspiring to gaze upon, Antonia questioned being on it. The small vessel that Aiden climbed in looked no larger than a canoe with a motor strapped to the back. Antonia stood on the floating dock with her arms folded. It would be difficult for her to throw a fit and leave this particular outing. “Is that safe?” she asked.

Aiden nudged away the oars that lay at the bottom of the vessel. “Perfectly safe,” he said. “It’s a currach, Ireland’s oldest boat.”