The nervousness might have been very loud because, in comparison to it, the rest all got too silent. She could only hear her heart thump loudly inside her chest —once, twice … making her unable to count the rest.
Aiden turned to look at her, and she saw his eyes darken with the same emotion she had seen in his eyes at the airport —the one that even stirred the same desire in her.
"I—I mean, we can go to …"
Before she could finish, Aiden reached over and grabbed her arm, pulling her onto his lap in one swift move.
Arwen gasped, completely caught off guard.
She could have resisted it, but it was already too late. By the time she realized it, she was straddling him, her thighs caging his hips, her hand pressing against his firm chest in the most intimate way.
"This … what are you doing, husband? W–we are in the car and —"
The rest of her protest was swallowed whole as Aiden captured her lips in a deep, bruising kiss.
