“How is that possible?” she whispered, pressing a hand to her mouth. He watched as she explored the tender pouting morsels with her fingers.
Good God, she was hot.
But Hannah was also taken. And worse than that, she was his brother’s sister!
Okay, so that sounded far weirder than it had to be, but Aidan was like blood to him.
He had to remember that.
Now his dick just needed the memo. Hell, more than that. His heart did.
Hiding a groan and wishing he could adjust himself, he instead stepped toward her, scowling when she jerked back a step.
“I’m not going to attack you,” he growled.
“No? What was that kiss then if not an assault?” she snapped back.
Her umbrage dissolved his irritation. It probably shouldn’t have but totally did. He laughed. Watched as she tucked a stray strand of her wispy angel-blond hair behind an ear he wished like hell he could suck. She was beautiful.
Maybe not model beautiful, with those freckles on her nose, and the glasses hiding her glass-bottle green eyes. But to him, she was better than any Secrets’ Angel. Her sandy blond hair hung about her shoulders, framing plump rosy-red cheeks. She was wholesome. Looked like she’d just come in off the farm, and he’d
have loved, at that moment, to have seen her come in off the farm with a maid’s costume on. All rosy and pink, tits swelling over the hem of her ruffled blouse. Ugh. His cock jerked to attention at that image, an image that could have stayed true to form if it wasn’t for the delicious pantsuit she wore instead. The tailored linen conformed to her tiny waist and the curve of her ass. Even better, the silky blouse she wore underneath her jacket clung to her tits, and made him wish he could grab a hold of them. No, it wasn’t a milk maid’s costume, but she still looked insanely fuckable.
Hard pressed to withhold the shudder his nervous system was demanding, he managed to grit out, “Princess, you wanted that kiss as much as I did.”
It was imperative he lay that down before them. Let her know he wasn’t willing to accept any of her bullshit.
Before she could say a word, a fact that pleased him no end, the Japanese appeared.
She flushed harder as the group of twelve smiling businessmen appeared in the front entrance of the building. When they spied the Orion, their speech increased in pace and they excitedly explored the vehicle from the outside. Words flew like bullets as they ummed and aahed over the car, stroking it like he wanted to stroke Hannah.
When Aidan appeared, he cocked a brow at both James and Hannah’s presence.
The smile he shot his sister was warm with tenderness—they had a close relationship, and James knew Aidan hated the fact that when Hannah had moved to Florida for college, she’d stayed there to work on her career after graduation—before he turned to the investors and gave them his full attention.
Aidan joined in the garbled, chaotic conversation but managed to corral the men in sharp suits into leaving. With a polite bow, to which all twelve mirrored, he bid them sayonara. As soon as he did, James and Hannah followed suit, and there were more bows until they all laughingly parted, the investors watching as their limos swerved in to collect them, a few of them lingering to pat the Orion before they left. Once the cars disappeared down the driveway that led onto the main road, their tight trio headed for the reception area.
The minute the doors were closed behind them, Aidan did as James longed to… he curled his arm about Hannah’s shoulder and tucked her close. When he pressed a kiss to her temple, jealousy unfurled through James, further stunning him.
He didn’t want more than a quick tumble with Hannah, did he? His usual MO? But the feelings she inspired him… They needed to be explored. Desperately.
Because why else would that tender kiss irritate and agitate him when that was, supposedly, the last thing he needed?
Aidan broke into James’ thoughts with a jovial: “It’s good to have you here, shortstuff. Although, I didn’t expect it. Don’t think mom and dad did either…” His words ran off as though he were unsure whether he had the right to make it a question.
Hannah took her privacy very seriously. She hated being questioned about anything. Aidan knew that, so did James for that matter.
He’d heard the rows between mother and daughter, sister and brother, and father and daughter, when she’d ripped into the whole family at one point or another. Just because she was the baby of the family, Hannah insisted, didn’t mean they had to treat her like one.
He’d always been impressed by her gumption. But what had impressed him more was how she managed to make Aidan, an internationally renowned entrepreneur, a scientist for a mother, and her CPA of a dad, bow to her wishes.
Maybe it made sense she was in marketing, but he figured that line was wasted on her.
She should be in politics.
He could see her being the first woman to have a First Gentleman at her side.
His lips twitched at the thought as they steered Hannah through the reception. It was huge. A massive atrium with interconnecting corridors that guided any and all toward different working areas of the compound.