Page 10 of But For You

I nodded, my fingers unclenching from his shirt. “Yes, I know you better than anyone.”

He bent toward me, and I twined an arm around his neck to draw him close. His breath fanned softly across my face before his mouth settled over mine.

I loved to kiss him. Whenever, however, for as long as he’d let me or as long as he wanted to. I was his for the taking.

He swept his tongue in, mating it with mine, tangled, rubbed, pushed, and shoved. Our lips never parted, not once, even for air. I felt his arms wrap around me, crush me to his chest, and hold tight. I had a hand knotted in his hair, and the moan I couldn’t stifle was low and aching. When he suddenly shoved me back, breaking the scorching, devouring contact, my whine of protest was loud.

He was flushed and panting, his lips swollen, his pupils blown as he stared at me.

I was breathing hard, my lungs heaving for air as I smiled at him.

“Crap.” He finally managed to get out a word.

My smile was wicked.

“You’re not supposed to kiss me while I’m on duty,” he muttered.

“You started it,” I reminded him.

“Crap,” he said again and swallowed hard as he straightened up, stepping away from me, obviously fighting to get his body back under control.

“You can nail me in your car.”

His frown came fast, and so did my grin.

“What?” I smiled wide.

“A deputy US marshal does not nail his spouse in the car.”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “How about a Supervisory Deputy Marshal?”

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

He pointed at me. “I will take you home to our bed and nail you.”

“Oh, yes, please.” I waggled my eyebrows at him.

“Just sit there,” he growled, “and wait while I get you signed out of here so we can go get the kids.”

“Not today, Marshal,” I told him.

He looked surprised. “You didn’t plan to pick up your children today?”

“No, your mom’s picking them up, and then we’re going there for dinner.”

He squinted at me.

“You know she’s a planner,” I said cheerfully.

“Lemme get this straight,” he sighed. “We’re gonna be with them on a plane tomorrow, with them at a resort from Thursday to Sunday, and then with them again on a plane on Monday, coming home, but we’re still eating with them tonight because why?”

“Your mom likes to coordinate, make sure everyone is on the same page, and you know this, so just let it go.”

“Why?” He was annoyed.

“Why does she like to plan things, or why are we indulging her?”