I almost laughed. Almost. But I just shook my head, smiling softly. “A lot of reasons, Indigo Girl.”
I didn’t think she was ready to hear the full answer. And I didn’t even know where to start.
Because I look for you in every room.
Because your care is quiet and constant.
Because you are what home is supposed to feel like.
She studied me intently, a riot of emotions in her eyes before she trailed her hand down my shirt to my stomach.
I gasped, pushing back against the seat on reflex, holding my breath.
Ireland caught all of it.
“Why do you hide yourself?” she asked, putting her hand back over my heart.
I licked my lips before parting them to answer, but nothing came out.
“Adair…,” she said, smirking. “I’ve seen you naked.”
My head thudded against the headrest, and I squeezed my eyes shut as my entire body flushed hot.
Did these windows roll down? I had the sudden urge to fling my glasses out of one of them. Or myself.
“I’ve been actively deluding myself into thinking you only saw… some,” I whispered. “Like, my calf, or a shoulder. It’s the only way I’ve been able to look you in the eye.”
She shifted slightly on my lap, and I had to bite my lip to hold back a groan.
Lordy,this was getting out of?—
Oh fuck.
My throat.
Her lips were on my throat.
Ireland waskissingmy throat.
My eyes flew open, and right there in the sun visor’s mirror were my wide eyes and Ireland’s partial profile, hiding what I felt on my skin.
Her lips moving against me in soft, tentative caresses.
My head tipped automatically to the side as her lips trailed a path up my neck to my jaw. She wiggled her hand out of mine and then slid both her hands up my chest to my shoulders. Then she braced herself on them as she pulled back and met my gaze.
“Ireland…,” I rasped, grasping her jaw with my hand. My gaze bounced between her eyes, searching for the answers I was desperate for. “Is this happening?”
I felt her slight nod, and that’s all I needed to surge forward and taste her lips.
Our mouths touched for only a few seconds before we both gasped softly. Ireland’s fingernails dug into my shoulders as some sleeping monster woke inside me, taking the lead. Tipping her head back with my hand on her jaw, I positioned our mouths at the perfect angle and pressed my lips to hers again.
So soft. So warm.
She seemed content to let me guide our motions, so that’s what I did, tasting her bottom lip, brushing my mouth over the corner of hers.
“Adair,” she moaned softly, squirming in my lap.
“Oh,God.”I was hard. So, so hard, and there was no way she didn’t feel it.
