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

arms by my sides to stay afloat. “Math isn’t my friend.”
    “That’s what calculators are for.”
    I grin because Aaron is a math major. “Finally. Someone who understands.” Aaron’s hair is flat with moisture, and it makes him look more like a frat boy than a rock star. “So what about you?” I ask. One of the articles I read about the Lindquist brothers mentioned their high intelligence. “You’re smart, a talented musician, and clearly an amazing swimmer. It seems you’re pretty good at most things too.” A shiver runs through my body as the water chills me.
    “I am. That’s why we’re true--” He stops himself and frowns. “You’re cold. Race you to the shore.”
    I don’t have time to think about what he was going to say, because he takes off, and my competitive nature makes me chase right after him. He’s fast, and I can’t catch up before he gets to shallow water. When I can stand, Aaron is already jogging out of the water, and I watch the muscles in his firm butt flex. He’s got ink all over his back too, and while I never found it sexy before, I’m becoming a fan.
    I walk slowly toward the shore as he dries himself off. He turns to me with the towel held in a strategic place, and I say, “Keep it. I’m fine.”
    Aaron shakes his head. “Come over here and turn around. I’ll dry you off, and you can keep your virtue.”
    I do as he asks, and cotton is rough on my skin as he rubs. Once he’s done he asks, “Can I take your ponytail out?”
    This time I nod and let him tug the elastic down. He finger combs my hair to make the wet locks fall around my shoulders. I say, “You’re quite fascinated with my hair.”
    Aaron twists a strand around his finger and tugs lightly. “I’m fascinated with you.”
    I turn to face him. “But you hardly know me.”
    “I think I know quite a bit. You’re a perfectionist that plans life to the minute. You like to be in complete control.” His chest ripples before my eyes as he reaches back to put the towel around his waist and says, “You’re smart, determined, and when you set your mind to something, nobody can stand in your way.”
    “All true. You’re quite perceptive,” I say. “I think you base decisions on intuition.” I gaze at his chest and step a little closer as I study his tattoos. “You’re an artist and hate to live by rules. Structure bores you.”
    Aaron’s voice is deep when he says, “Yes.”
    I watch a drop of water roll down between his pecs and notice his breathing is shallow. I gaze up at his face. “We couldn’t be more opposite.”
    He leans closer as he speaks softly. “Opposites attract.”
    The overwhelming need to touch him takes over, and I trace a tribal pattern on his chest with my finger. He inhales sharply and trembles beneath my touch. He says, “I want to kiss you, Olivia.”
    I gaze up and wonder when it was that he got so close. Desire courses through my veins, and I decide one kiss is a good idea. I rise up on my tiptoes to answer his request. I mean for us to have the kind of kiss you try at the end of a first date, but it doesn’t happen that way. Something in me takes over, and my self-control slips away, because the moment I taste Aaron I become obsessed with having more. My fingers dance on his chest as I slide them over the hard expanse of muscles and accost him with my tongue.
    A low noise comes from deep in Aaron’s throat as he kisses me back with the same passion. He pulls my body against his, and the heat of his skin sears me. It lures me in further. I’m afraid if I don’t stop I’ll lose myself to this man I can’t seem to resist, so I dig deep for an ounce of self-control to push away. I step back to put distance between us as I say, “I’m sorry. This is too fast.” I take a deep breath. “I got carried away.”
    “No need to stop on my account.” Aaron touches his lips as if he can hold onto our kiss. “You really do hate to lose control, don’t you?”
    I nod and