Page 77 of Holiday Hostage
“I called him in the middle of a meeting. He said knowing you were okay was enough, and he didn’t want me to wake you for his own selfishness.”
“Oh.” That sounded like Dad.
“Is something wrong?” His knuckles skimmed my cheekbone again, then a third time.
I tried to hold back the tidal wave of words, but they poured out of me in a heaving rush.
“I’m sad that we have to leave. I know we’ve been hiding out, running for our lives, and all that. But this place has been our haven. I’m going to miss it.” I’m going to miss all of you. I did manage to stop before I said that last part, even though it was true. We’d not made any kind of commitment to each other, and I had no right to ask them for one after all they’d been through for me. “I had a really nice time.”
Maverick slid a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
The firmness of his lips contrasted with the soft way he feathered his hand through my hair and down my spine.
Every touch brought a shudder of awareness that prompted me to lean closer.
His shoulders blocked my view of the room, but it didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered except this might be the last time I kissed him.
Tucker could walk through at any second, and I couldn’t care less about that either.
He’d been entertaining and helpful last night.
He loved his son and gave hugs so tight it made me feel like everything was going to be okay. All those things made him okay.
Maverick teased my lips open, taking the kiss to another level.
Our bodies shifted toward each other, and it was all I could do not to climb into his lap and beg him to take me upstairs.
He murmured against my lips and pulled away. “Just because we’re taking you home doesn’t mean this has to end here.”
The promise lingered there, the hope of his words fluttering and fanning the flames of my desire.
What had been could continue.
The adventure we’d begun while on the run had the chance to turn into something more than an unforgettable week.
“Good. Because I’m not finished with you.” I drew him down for another kiss, sealing our words. A week would never have been enough. Alifetimemight not be enough.
Footsteps thudded down the stairs, the force of it rattling my spine.
“Hey.” Reed’s laughter rolled out. “Stop stealing kisses when we’re not looking.”
“No fair, Mav.” Tarron clicked his tongue disappointedly. “How could you?”
“It was easy.” Mav kissed my cheek when I giggled at their playful banter.
Reed bent and looped his arms beneath mine, pulling me to my feet. “Then it’s only fair we get our kisses too.” He kissed me breathless, and when he was done, Tarron took a turn.
I leaned into each of them one by one, enjoying the differences in each lingering kiss.
I’d know them apart in the pitch black, with nothing else to go on but the way their lips felt against mine.
My stomach grumbled, and Tarron ended our kiss, patting me on the ass as he turned me around. “Breakfast.”
“Great.” I jumped over the last step and hurried into the kitchen. “More powdered eggs and bacon.”
“And sausage.” Reed headed toward the pantry that housed the large freezer. “Maybe even biscuits if they’re not freezer burned.”
