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“Yeah,” she said softly. “Let’s do it.”
They made their final approach, the runway coming into view. Her heart sped up, but this time it wasn’t out of fear. It was anticipation, excitement, and a newfound sense of confidence. The plane touched down with a gentle bump.
She had control.
It was a mantra she repeated to herself as they taxied back to the hangar, as she shut down the engine and climbed out of the plane.
Connelly was waiting for her, a soft smile on his face. “You did it.”
Pride bubbled up from deep in her chest. “I did.”
“You’re out of the house.”
“I am.”
And she had control.
As they walked away from the plane, Connelly slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. Veronica leaned into him, feeling his warmth and strength. She looked up at him, struck by the intensity of his gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.
“You’re amazing, Veronica,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Simply amazing.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You could have,” he said, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. “You have it in you, Vee. You always have.”
It was a strange feeling, being touched like this. She had been so closed off for so long and had built up so many walls. But with Connelly, it was different. He made her feel safe, made her want to let go of all...
She was in control.
She stopped walking, and when he turned, his mouth opening to ask her if she was okay again, she didn’t let him get the question out. She surged up onto her toes and captured his mouth with hers.
He froze for a heartbeat then his lips moved soft and warm against hers, and a jolt of electricity shot through her body. She had never felt like this before, never felt the need to be so close to someone, to feel their body against hers.
But with Connelly, it was right.
The kiss turned fierce, passionate, and she poured into it all of the emotions she had been holding inside for so long.
He responded with a hunger that surprised and thrilled her, drawing her closer until their bodies were pressed together from shoulder to hip. His hands roamed over her back, pulling her even tighter until there was no space left between them.
Heat rushed between her legs, and she moaned into his mouth, wanting more.
Connelly broke the kiss, gasping for air.
“Veronica,” he said, his voice ragged and raw with emotion. “Are you sure?”
She was in control.
She nodded, her eyes locked on his. “I’m sure.”
Connelly stared at her, worry warring with desire in his eyes. He had to be thinking of the last time they’d straddled the line between friendship and something more— that horrible night in San Antonio when he’d asked her that same question, and everything fell apart. She’d often wondered what would’ve happened if he hadn’t asked it. Or if she’d responded differently. Would they be happy now? Would they both still be in the military? Would they be married with three kids? Or would they have crashed and burned, completely destroying their friendship?
There was only one way to find out.
“I want you, Vee,” he murmured and kissed her lightly again. “But I need to make sure you’re ready for this.”
