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He stayed as he was for a long moment, eyes closed, arms hanging limply at his sides, hot water pounding on his hanging head, and trying to catch his breath.
Eventually, he straightened up and wiped the water out of his eyes. Looking down his ridged stomach to his still-hard cock, he came to the realization he was fighting a losing battle.
He’d hoped that taking care of it himself would at least release some tension. And it had. A bit.
Yet, it didn’t change anything. He still wanted Emma. Every cell in his body craved her. He wanted all of her. Completely. And it pissed him off because this was a distraction he did not need right now.
Speaking of which, he had a plane to catch. Quickly, he scrubbed his head and body clean and rinsed off, then shut off the water. He rubbed himself nearly raw with the towel, threw on some running pants and a T-shirt, then shook the water from his hair.
Grabbing his stuff, he went out into the RV to find Emma and Aiden already gone. Gritting his teeth at the idea of them alone together, he shoved his stuff into his travel bag, slipped on his sneakers, and slammed out of the RV, not even bothering to lock it behind him.
Chapter 19
Emma walked to the runway alongside Aiden toward the small, private jet they would take to Seattle. The night air was chilly, but refreshing, and helped clear her head.
He had his duffle bag slung over one shoulder and was carrying her small suitcase in the other hand. Emma brought along her backpack and bag of food. Glancing sideways at her companion, she couldn’t keep from asking sarcastically, “So, did you find someone to eat?”
Aiden raised his eyebrows, “Are you jealous, love?”
“No!” She shuddered slightly as he chuckled.
“Actually, I did find quite a delectable young flight attendant.” Sneaking a peak at Emma—who had a sudden fascination with the nonexistent scenery—he elaborated, “A voluptuous brunette, with juicy arteries andhugetits…”
“Ug! Never mind!” If her hands had been free she would’ve slapped them over her ears. Since that wasn’t an option, she just walked faster as he made gross smacking noises at her with his lips.
Where the hell is Nikulas?
Aiden easily caught up to her. “Seriously, love, do you really think Ieatpeople? I’m not Hannibal Lector, though we do share the same hilarious wit, don’t you think? I guess you really don’t know me well enough, yet. But, no worries! We’ll have plenty of time for that on the plane ride! By the time we reach Seattle, we’ll be best mates, you and I.” Scooting up in front of her, he walked backwards, his eyes sparkling at the prospect of harassing her all the way across the country.
Rolling her eyes, Emma looked back over her shoulder to see Nik following them at an easy run.
Oh, Thank God.
Swiveling her head back around, she ran smack into Aiden, who had come to a dead stop, and was staring at her with a hurt look on his face. “Oh! Sorry!” She exclaimed. “I didn’t realize you’d stopped.Directly in front of me.”
With a sad frown and a puppy dog tilt to his head, he asked, “You really don’t want to be my friend, Emma?”
Are you kidding me?“Um. I didn’t say that, Aiden.”
“But you rolled your eyes at me,” he declared. “I saw you.”
“Oh, nooo…no…I was just wondering what was taking Nik so long.” She silently begged that the vampire in question hurry it the hell up. She should’ve waited for him instead of being so anxious to get out of that damn RV.
A breathtaking smile lit up Aiden’s face. It reallywastoo bad he was a total nut job.
“Oh! He’s on his way. I see him coming now.” He turned around and started walking again. “Come along then.”
Dragging her feet, she followed, glancing back once more to reassure herself that Nik had nearly caught up.
Honestly, he made her a bit nervous, this one.
Nik closedthe magazine he’d bought for the flight with an impatient sigh. The first half of the plane ride to Seattle had been uneventful, other than Aiden’s insistent overtures of friendship to Emma, which consisted of him sitting in the luxury seat facing her, and intermittently regaling her with stories of his riskiest sexual exploits and trying to convince her that she was, indeed, a witch.
Around his tenth or eleventh try to goad her “witchy side” into appearing, her head fell back onto the headrest and she groaned with frustration. “Aiden! I’m telling you for the last time, I am NOT a witch! I can’t see the future! I can’t control the weather, or fire…or anything! And even if I could—which I can’t—but even if I could, I shouldn’t be trying to do any of that while forty thousand feet in the air!”
“So you’re telling me nothing unusual ever happens when you’re around?”
“That has nothing to do with anything—” she began.
