“You’re getting damn heavy, little dude!” I groan. My back is protesting mightily. By the time he hits to where I don’t have to carry him everywhere, I might need to see a chiropractor.
I duck and run out the door. It’s still raining a little bit. Not that I’ll melt, but it’s a damn cold rain and I’m already feeling it.
I buckle Edison into his seat and smile as he grins and gurgles at me. I’m still waiting for his first words. I’m lobbying big time for mommy but knowing my boy he’ll say something totally random like pizza.
“Let’s get home, baby.”
I climb into my car and sigh, hitting the gas and carefully pulling out of the parking lot. The roads are wet and muddy and both of the guys have told me that the mountain roads can be really tricky when it’s rained. I got to hear some hairy stories about mudslides and floods.
Not something that I’ve ever had to deal with and I’m gonna have to make sure that I don’t get stuck in a rainstorm around here. I have no intention of putting us in danger.
It’s barely light when I get back to Finn’s cabin, the watery last bit of daylight guiding me.
As soon as I pull in, the door to my car flies open. “Where the hell have you been?” Finn roars, his dark hair sticking up all over his head. He looks like he’s barely sane right now and I back away from him.
He stalks around the car and pulls Edison out of the back seat, carefully looking him over. Like he’s hurt or something.
“What’s the matter with you, Finn?” I holler at him as he stalks into the house.
“Don’t stand out there in the rain, Candy! You’re going to catch a fucking cold!”
I slam the car door closed and grab the baby bag out of the backseat and then slam it as well. None of it helps. Anger churns up my gut, making me sick as a damn dog.
I hate confrontations. I’ve always hated them. I’m not sure exactly why. But they make me jumpy as hell.
Not this time though. I slam the front door closed behind me and stomp down the hall to where Finn is changing Edison and settling him in his bed.
Then he stalks past me, his green eyes laser-bright with anger. I follow him and he shuts the door then prowls out to the living room. I follow him and drop my bags to the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Finn?”
He whirls on me and his jaw is so tight that it’s a wonder he can even open his mouth to talk. “Why didn’t you call and tell me where you were?”
“You’re not my daddy, Finn. I don ’t need to check in with you every second of the day.”
“You’re the mother of my son, Candy. And you’re a damn sight more than that.” He stalks over to me and I back away from him, my mouth hanging open. One step from him and two from me, every step shuffling closer and closer until he’s pressed against me and my back is against the wall. My hands come up to push against his chest but it barely moves his rock-hard muscles. My fingers curl into his chest and he hisses out a breath.
He leans closer until I can feel his hot breath on my cheek and I whimper, feeling my belly clench. Hunger and lust slam into me and I can barely keep myself from wrapping a leg around his thick thighs and then climbing him like a fucking tree.
“Do you know how fucking scared I was that something happened to you and Edison, Candy?”
I shake my head, my eyes fixed on the green turmoil that swirls in his gaze.
His big, calloused hand comes up and wraps around my throat lightly, not hurting me but making sure that I know he’s there. That he’s barely hanging on. “I was terrified, dammit! I kept picturing you in a ditch somewhere or pitching off the damn mountain in a mudslide. So many fucking things could have happened to you,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
“I’m sorry, Finn. I didn’t even think about it. I was with the photographer and a couple of the guys working on my article. I lost track of time. I know that’s no excuse but I really didn’t think you’d worry so much.”
He leans closer until we’re nose to nose. His nose glides along my cheek and he groans. “God, if anything had happened to you…I wouldn’t be able to take it. The two years that I looked for you, at least I knew that you were out there somewhere and maybe you were happy. Even though it wasn’t with me, I still hoped you were good. That you had everything you wanted. But now that you’re here? I can’t live without you, Candy. You’re my every breath. I love you, dammit! I wanted to give you more time to get used to it but I can’t. I fucking cannot not tell you how I feel. I need you like the earth needs rain. Like a car needs gas.”
I grin at the declaration, hopelessly lost in his eyes. “Are you sure? Maybe you’re just all wound up on adrenaline and when you come down you’ll realize it’s not real love.”
He shakes his shaggy head, his eyes pained. He pushes his hips into mine. “Do you feel what you do to me, baby girl?”
Boy do I! The hard ridge of his dick hits my belly and I moan, my fingers curling into his shoulders and dragging him closer. He presses me into the wall, surrounding me until every time I breathe I can taste him on my tongue, smell his earthy, masculine scent clinging to his clothes until I just want to rub myself up and down him like a cat in heat.
He backs away a bit and his green eyes lock on me. He groans. “Tell me to stop right now, baby, or I’m not going to be able to. I fucking need you like I need to breathe.”
I lift my mouth to his and caress his lips with mine, softly, gently. It feels like the rumble of the storm rolls over me and lightning arcs between our bodies.