Page 96 of Sterling Stone

Taxi’s eyes widen.

“Bring Trudy. Bring Simon. Get out of the house for a bit.” All of them have been couped up since Trudy’s return and as much as she needs rest, she could also use a little time outside of the house.

Taxi’s brows pinch. “Let me see how she’s feeling, but I’d . . . I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

“Yeah?” I question for some reason.

“Yeah. I like your family.” She plucks at the placket of my shirt, where the buttons connect the two halves.

“You should go out with the girls some night.”

Taxi laughs. “You sound like Genie.”

“Well . . .” I arch a brow at her.

“I’ll think about that invitation, too.”

Thankfully, Taxi didn’t think too long about the Sylver Sunday invitation, and before I know it, we find ourselves in the upstairs bathroom. The same bathroom she cornered me in more than a year ago.

Taxi had excused herself for the bathroom, and within minutes of her disappearance from the backyard, I followed her.

I closed the door behind me, and at the same time she leapt for me, I stepped forward.

Our mouths crash together.

Her arms wrap around my neck and her legs around my waist, and I set her on the edge of the vanity. The kiss is hard, almost harsh, as we devour one another.

I didn’t see her last night. Another incident of loose sheep in Mabel Wilson’s yard that led to the discovery of a lost shoe, one believed to be linked to a child who disappeared three towns over.

The news was horrifying and had me hugging all my nieces and nephews extra hard today.

As for Taxi, the sense of anyone losing someone they love has me kissing her harder.

“I fucking missed you last night.” The admission might be more than she can handle, but I still want her to know I miss her when we aren’t together.

Sometimes, I try to convince myself we are a fleeting flirtation, a fling based on circumstance and proximity. Then I remember when we met. How instantly I’d felt a spark with her, and how the Universe, or something other keeps putting this woman in my path.

Our conversation the other night certainly sounded like she’s open to more.

I choose you.

Still, I’d never ask Taxi to make choices that go against who she is, what she wants. I only ask not to be shut out, like I said to her earlier this week.

As for right now, we’re almost as close as we can get.

With her legs spread and my hips cradled between her thighs, she grips my ass and yanks me closer, matching where I’m hard with where she’s soft.

“Superman,” she whimpers, throaty and deep, and I pull back to see her lips swollen from my kiss and her eyes dazed from kissing me.

“What do you need, baby?”

“You,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine. Sharp and silver and seductive as hell.

I cup her throat and pull her back to me, crushing my mouth over hers. She makes my knees weak and my heart race. “Pure kryptonite,” I murmur against her lips.

She smiles against me.

“Let me touch you,” I quietly beg, wanting to feel her around my fingers, know that she’s wet for only me.