Aaron: Mating Fever (Rocked by the Bear Book 4) Read Free Page A

Heat rushes to my face because now that I list the activities I sound presumptuous.
    “Swim? Isn’t it kind of cold this time of year?”
    “Well, sure. But I grew up near the Canadian border, so in my experience it’s warm enough.”
    My pack thuds on the seat of his motorcycle as he turns his teasing gaze my way. “Then let’s swim.”
    I frown. “Are you wearing a suit under your clothes?”
    He chuckles as he hands me my helmet. “Nope.”
    Great. I’m going swimming with a naked man. Fortunately, I swam competitively in high school and can probably keep my distance easily. This time when I hold on to Aaron to ride the motorcycle I’m more relaxed. The sexual tension is still there, but I’m no longer afraid as I get used to the sensations of flying down a road with nothing to make me feel trapped. I realize I could get used to the freedom. He pulls off to park in a lot for public boat access.
    Aaron lifts the helmet off my head as he says, “Sorry about the waitress at breakfast. I want to get to know you better, so let’s go talk first.” He offers me his crooked smile that gets sexier each time I see it and says, “Besides, you might not be ready for”--he glances down at his crotch--“all of me yet.”
    I groan. “Oh my god. Really? Does that actually work for you?”
    He chuckles. “Apparently not with the one that matters.” Nylon hums as he loosens the straps to my pack and puts it on. “C’mon. There’s a nice spot not too far from here where we can sit.”
    He leads us to a path that surrounds the lake, and we climb rocks to sit up high. Sunlight sparkles on tiny waves as I gaze out at the view of the water before us, and I settle down on the hard granite.
    Aaron asks, “Who did you grow up with? Your mother or your father?”
    I frown because I wonder how he knew I only had one parent. “My mother. Why?”
    “Did you ever know your father?”
    “No.” Pain floods my heart as I recall the years I spent believing that if I wished hard enough my dad would come back. I recall a distant memory of a dark-haired man and my mother crying. I don’t want to talk about it, so I ask, “What about you? Who did you grow up with?”
    “I had both parents until they died a couple years ago.”
    “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.” I place my hand on his arm.
    “Thanks.” Aaron glances down at my fingers, and I pull them away as he asks, “So what do you know about your father?”
    I frown as I say, “Not much. According to my mother they decided to go their separate ways after we were born.” Aaron doesn’t need to know I have daddy issues, so I don’t add that I think he ditched us.
    “So you have a twin. Did you know I’m a quadruplet?” The fabric of his jeans scrapes as he shifts so that we’re facing each other, and I’m glad he changed the subject.
    “Yes,” I say. I wonder if he knows the extent of the written articles about him and the band. Even I can’t help but know a lot about the Lindquist brothers.
    “Do you have any idea why you’re so attracted to me?”
    This guy’s too much. I tease him back, “I’m not. But you’re attracted to me.” I lick my lips. “I guess that makes me super hot.”
    I’m playing with fire, because Aaron takes my statement as an invitation to scan my body with his gaze, and I control my gasp when he replies, “You are.”
    I blurt out, “You are too.” Smooth, Olivia. “I mean. I’ve seen how women scream for you when you play.”
    Aaron flips his hands toward me palm up and says, “I think they scream for me because I’m good with my hands.”
    I know I shouldn’t touch him, but something I can’t explain makes me put my hands in his. And I realize my mistake the moment I do, because warmth rushes through my bloodstream straight to my heart as my body tingles all the way to my toes with desire. This time I don’t control my gasp.
    “Do you feel it too?” asks Aaron.
    My brain is screaming for me to lie, but my heart won’t let