“There’s a new basket for you on the counter as well that Miss Lenny left in front of the door.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “For dinner, I was thinking of picking up some?—”
I grasped her hips and pulled her to me, holding strong when her hands flew to my chest and she braced herself against me.
She drew in a deep measured breath, so slowly that it was nearly painful, before tilting her chin up. Then those indigo eyes were finally on me. “You’re….”
My gaze bounced between her eyes as I wondered if she saw even the smallest glimpse of the ocean of need that I felt toward her. “I’m?”
“Compromised,” she finished. “Your immune system. After surgery. I looked it up.”
I hummed low in my throat, amusement and affection crashing together seamlessly.
“For major surgeries, maybe,” I replied. “Not so much for something as small as this.”
A crease formed between her brows. “You could still get sick.”
I laid my hand over hers on my chest. “Would you like me to sign a liability waiver?”
She shook her head, the ghost of a smile on her face, in her eyes.
I lifted her hand to my mouth and planted a soft kiss on her pinky. Her lips parted, and a shiver ghosted up my spine. When I pressed my lips to her ring finger, the nailsof her other hand dug into my chest, and her eyes fluttered shut.
She inhaled shakily before opening them again, and we only looked at each other for a heartbeat before we moved.
Her hand snaked behind my neck as mine went to her jaw. My glasses faintly bumped her brow before I angled her head slightly to the side, and my lips were on hers.
She gasped into my mouth, opening to me immediately, and I leaned into her, tasting her, inhaling her scent.
My God,how I needed this.
Our lips moved against each other in perfect rhythm, and when my head grew light from lack of oxygen, I pulled back for exactly one breath before diving back for more, angling her head in the opposite direction to taste her that way.
That need for her consumed me,overwhelmedme, the frustration of the past week boiling over and turning into something fierce and mindless.
I moved my hand to the back of her neck, bringing our mouths even closer together, moaning into her mouth when her tongue swiped across mine.
My crutch clattered to the floor.
It didn’t matter.
That vase could’ve spontaneously shattered, and I still wouldn’t have left this moment.
We kissed and kissed as we learned the contours of each other and relearned the ones we’d already discovered in the Cadillac.
“Adair,” Ireland rasped, pulling away from my lips.
I pressed my forehead against hers, my chest heaving. “Yeah?”
Her hand moved down my chest, and I held my breath as it traveled. But instead of brushing over my very obvious hardness, she landed it on my thigh.
“Your leg is shaking.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, realizing she was right. She stepped away from me suddenly, and I automatically braced my hand on the table, closing my eyes in frustration.
“Here,” she said, and I grimaced as she slid the crutch under my arm.
I gave it my weight and took several deep breaths, doing my best to wrestle the familiar disappointment in my body back into its box.
“Hey.” Ireland’s warm hand pressed onto my back before she lightly raked her nails down my spine in a soothing gesture.
