I fidgeted. I was nervous and excited at the same time. On a slow blink, my breath caught when I latched on to her sultry green eyes. Time stopped, and so did my heart.
She held onto the moving stairs, her brown hair in a mass of waves spilling over her shoulders. Her skin had a sun-kissed glow, no doubt from the California sunshine.
As I followed the length of her curves, my dick hardened. She wore those over-the-knee fuck-me boots I so loved. All I could picture was her on a bed with nothing on except those boots. I was so screwed. No way was I going to make it out of this airport.
Chill, man. Be a gentleman.
That was my problem. I didn’t want anything but rough. What with all the pent-up frustration over the last three days coupled with Pitt’s enlightening conversation and all the shit with Sullivan, I wanted to strip her naked and bury myself in her.
A middle-aged guy behind her was staring at Lacey like he wanted to attack her. Seriously? She was jail bait to him. Then my antenna went up, and Pitt’s words roared in my head. They’ll use Lacey as a pawn or worse. I straightened, ready to pounce and beat his face red to match his hair. Then he turned to the lady behind him and planted a chaste kiss on her lips. Relief washed through me as I switched my attention back to the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.
She waved, and her tongue darted out before she touched her lips. I almost fell to the floor. Gone was the need to kill. In its place was a need that grew inside me like wildfire. I was going to explode if she didn’t get off that fucking escalator. A little old lady shuffled off first, taking her time. Damn, if she didn’t move, I was going to pick up the fragile woman and carry her off the thing.
Finally, the people in front of Lacey exited. As she drew closer, my heart fluttered, beat hard, stopped, beat again. I would’ve run to her like a love-struck dude, but my jeans were so fucking tight it hurt to move. She dropped her bag near my feet then jumped into my arms, wrapping those toned thighs around me.
Fuck me. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her tropical scent of orange and sunshine. With my hands on her butt, I anchored her to me.
She tugged on my hair, and I almost threw her against the nearest wall. She knew I loved it when she did that.
“We’re in the middle of an airport, baby,” I drawled in a husky tone. I was surprised I could even speak.
“And I want you, Kade,” she breathed as she squeezed her thighs against my waist.
“Oh, fuck. Lace, you’re going to have to recite some nursery rhymes or something. Otherwise, I’m not going to be able to walk out of here.”
She giggled against my ear. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall…”
I laughed, the act freeing for the moment. Even a nursery rhyme sounded sexy coming out of her.