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‘Hey, Aiden?’ Mia waited until he looked up. ‘Are you paying attention to me, Biker Boy?’

He nodded, wordlessly, his mouth suddenly dry.

She lowered her glasses to peer at him over the top of them for a couple of seconds before taking them off. Moments later her hair tumbled down and she shook her head, sending the silky waves cascading over her shoulders. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any hotter, she smiled at him slowly. ‘Were you thinking something like this?’

‘Fuck.’ His exclamation was an admiring sigh, and his heart thudded in time to the other growing, throbbing ache demanding his attention.

‘Tut tut. Manners, Mr Griffiths.’ She tucked one arm of the glasses between her lips and sucked on it.

‘How the hell can you think you’re geeky?’

‘Years of being told that I was as a child.’

‘Yeah, well, kids are morons at times. You are seriously hot. Come here and I’ll show you exactly how hot I find you.’ He strode towards her and grabbed her, dragging her against him in a searing kiss that would leave her in no doubt about how he felt.

‘So you don’t mind the glasses?’

‘Nope.’ He kissed her again.

‘And the freckles?’

‘They’re gorgeous. Just like you. And if I have to count – and kiss – every single one of them to convince you of that, then that’s what I’ll do.’

‘There’s a lot of them,’ she warned, teasingly.

‘Oh, I think I’m up to the challenge.’ He pushed her back against the wall and kissed her again, parting her lips to swirl his tongue around hers in the way that he’d already learned made her knees go weak. He used her slight wobbliness to his advantage, sliding one leg between hers, making her groan.

When eventually she broke away, they were both panting.

‘Anything else you’d like reassurance on? Your hair? Your eyes? How good your arse looks in those leggings? No? Any other questions?’

‘Nope.’

‘Good girl.’

Mia flopped against Aiden, still spread out across his lap, half-leaning on the back of the sofa and shaking and panting from the intensity of the pleasure still reverberating and pulsating between them.

He breathed heavily against her neck, his heart pounding against her breast while she shivered, waiting for the stars to recede enough that she could think or see properly. He shifted and she whimpered when he withdrew his hand from between them.

‘Princess.’ He caught her face between his hands, smoothing back her hair from where sweat had stuck it to her skin before pulling her down into a scorching kiss that sent another shivering jolt of pleasure through her. ‘You are incredible. If this is what you think geeky is, then geek out.’

‘I missed you calling me that.’ She collapsed against his shoulder and buried her face in the crook of his neck, not sure she could move even if she’d wanted to. His hands, with his clever, clever fingers, stroked over her shoulders and down her back, tickling over her ribs to her hips.

‘Then I’ll happily never stop again. But we can’t stay here like this, Princess.’ The words were hot against her ear, and she wanted to complain. She was comfortable and he still felt so, so good. ‘I need to move to deal with things.’

Right. Her brain caught up with what he was saying, and she struggled to get her legs to co-operate. He helped, lifting her, and she had to bite her tongue to keep from whimpering at the loss of him.

‘Do you mind if I use your bathroom, or did you want it first?’

‘No, you’re fine.’ She’d have to move soon, but she wasn’t sure her knees would behave just yet. While he headed to the bathroom she looked around – wondering where her clothes had ended up. Despite what they’d just been doing, she didn’t really want to prance around naked – though she guessed he’d be nothing but complimentary. Giving up, she settled for wrapping herself in the blanket she kept on the sofa.

Aiden grinned at her when he came back in. ‘Found this in the hall.’ He dangled her jumper from his finger.

‘Thanks.’ She grabbed it and stumbled to the bathroom, still trying to get her legs moving properly, for once grateful that the old house’s layout meant it was through the kitchen – she wasn’t sure if she had regained enough co-ordination for stairs yet!

By the time she came back in, jumper back in place, Aiden was perched on the arm of her sofa, back in his jeans. He grinned when he saw she was still moving awkwardly. ‘Legs a bit stiff?’

‘A little. But totally worth it.’