Page 83 of Floodgates

“Tell me I can see you.”

“Yes,” I murmured, “you can see me.”

He bent, and I lifted up and sealed my lips over his, kissing him hard, taking what I needed because the man was making my heart hurt. I’d had no idea he could be so romantic, so serious, and the idea that I had brought it out in him was overwhelming. I couldn’t seem to kiss, touch, or breathe him in enough. I needed more.

One kiss became another and another, and as I whimpered and whined against him, grinding my hard groin into his thigh, he put his hands on my ass.

“Bathroom?” I whispered hotly against his lips.

He shoved me off him, both of us panting, his dilated pupils a treat to see. “I am not fucking you in a bathroom stall at the airport.” He looked indignant.

“Why not?” I complained.

He grabbed my wrist and yanked me after him back across the carpet to the concrete. “Because I don’t do that anymore.”

I scoffed.

“I don’t! I’m a grown-up now.”

“I see,” I pacified him.

He growled. “You’re special. I won’t fuck you in someplace that’s not.”

The man was a grouchy mess, and I loved it. “That’s not what you said the first day I met you,” I taunted. “You were gonna do me in your car.”

“Five years ago!” he reminded me loudly.

“Oh, okay.” I chuckled.

“I know your family, for fuck’s sake.”

“Which has what to do with anything?”

He rounded on me. “Your father, both your brothers—they like me. Do you know when I’ve had that before?”

“No.”

“Never,” he announced. “I’ve never had that. So I have a chance here to have everything I’ve ever wanted: a man I love and a family that wants me. Why would I do anything to fuck that up?”

He had no idea what he was really saying to me, but that was okay. I knew. “Okay,” I soothed him, leaning in and wrapping my arm around his waist. “Let’s catch up with the others.”

“Okay,” he agreed, exhaling a sharp breath, wrapping his arm back around my shoulders.

“But, um,” I pried playfully. “I can get laid in bed tonight, right?”

He untangled himself from me, scowled, and walked quickly away.

I cackled as I followed after him. “Please, baby.”

“I will end you!” he shouted as he strode quickly through the terminal.

“No, you won’t,” I said playfully.

His growling was actually really hot.

Everyone was still waiting for luggage, and when we got there and Breckin saw us, I smiled automatically. I saw no reason to be combative with him, so I promised myself that I would concentrate on getting along.

When Cord bent to ask me what my luggage looked like, I put my hand on the side of his face when I answered. Now that I could touch him, I didn’t plan to miss out on any opportunity to do so.