On A Night Like This (Callaways #1)

kind of thoughts were going through her mind. They'd been dancing around their attraction to each other for a few days now. The kisses they'd shared had only whetted his appetite for more—a lot more.
    He opened the door and told himself it wasn't going to happen. He would do the right thing.
    "I'll sleep on the couch," he said, as he turned on the light. "You can take the bed."
    "No, I'll take the couch. I'm shorter than you. I'll be more comfortable."
    "I'm not going to let you do that, so can we save ourselves a long discussion that's only going to end up the same way it started if you just agree to take the bed."
    "You Callaways are extremely pigheaded even when you're being generous."
    He conceded her point. "I can't argue with that."
    "I guess I'll go to bed then," she said, her words a bit hesitant.
    "You should," he agreed, knowing that the sooner they had a door between them the better.
    "Do you need anything from the bedroom?"
    "Yeah, I'll grab some sweats," he said, heading into his room. His very comfortable king-sized bed looked far more inviting than the couch. He could imagine Sara tangled up in his sheets, her beautiful brown hair spread across the white pillows, her legs intertwined with his, her soft, round breasts perfect for tasting. His groin hardened, and he turned quickly away.
    He grabbed some sweat pants out of a drawer and left the room, deliberately avoiding her gaze as he passed her on the way out. When she shut the door behind him, he felt like he might be able to leave her alone, maybe…

    * * *
    Sara stared at the bedroom door for at least three solid minutes, before she finally opened her suitcase and pulled out a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. After changing, she debated the stupidity of going into the hall to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. It wasn't Aiden she didn't trust. He could stay away from her. He'd proven that a long time ago. The question was whether she could stay away from him.
    She flopped back on the bed, appreciating the comfort of the soft mattress and the thick blankets. Aiden hadn't slept in the bed in a couple of weeks, but she could still smell his musky scent on the sheets. Or maybe it was just that her senses were acutely aware of every little thing about him, the taste of his mouth, the tenor of his voice, the strength of his stance. He was in the next room, but her nerves were still tingling.
    She pressed her fingers to her mouth. It was a crime that he was such a good kisser. He put every other man she'd kissed to shame. In fact, she realized now that she'd been subconsciously comparing every date she'd ever had to Aiden. She'd set the bar with him when she was fourteen years old, and no one had ever come close.
    She'd tried to hate him for humiliating and rejecting her, but deep down she'd still had a soft spot for him. Over time, she'd pushed him to the back of her mind. She'd gone out with other men. She'd even come close to falling in love, but she'd always held back. No one had ever felt exactly right.
    Aiden felt right .
    But he didn't care for her the way she cared for him. He'd been up front about being a no-commitment guy. And they were opposites in so many ways. There were a million reasons why they didn't work together, the most obvious being that Aiden would probably never feel for her the way she felt for him. He was her friend. There was an attraction, but something more? Was Aiden even capable of more?
    He said no, but she'd seen the way he loved his family, his friends. She wished he could let himself love a woman that way. And not just any woman – her.
    Maybe she was just lonely. It had been a long time since she'd been attracted to anyone the way she was to Aiden. And it had been a long, emotional day. Her entire sense of identity had been shaken to the core. She was looking for escape, searching for something solid to hang on to. She really shouldn't be thinking of hanging on to him.
    She turned on to her side, closed her eyes, and tried to think of something else, but a restless need finally drove her to her feet. She walked to the door, paused one last second, and then entered the hall. She made a quick stop in the bathroom, thinking some cold water on her face might also help. But ten minutes later, face washed, teeth brushed, she felt even more of a need to talk to Aiden.
    The living room was dark, but she doubted he was asleep. If he were, that would certainly solve her problem.
    She walked down the hall and paused.
    "Go to bed,