The doors dinged behind us. Josh dropped my leg and broke our kiss. I sucked air into my lungs and stepped to the side as a couple of middle-aged women entered, then moved in front of Josh to shield him from their cursory gazes. Their arched eyebrows and quickly shared glance said they clearly knew what we’d been doing.
I didn’t have words, only this overwhelming need buzzing through me, demanding to take another, more dangerous leap. Paxton had given me something priceless, and I didn’t know how to communicate everything that meant to me, what he was starting to mean to me, but I knew I had to.I’d never wanted something—someone—so badly in my life.
Leah? he asked, leaning down slightly to cup my cheeks in his hands, then swiping his tongue across his lower lip—his nervous tell.My fingers found the warm skin of his biceps, and before I could find the words I wanted to say, I surged on my toes, pressing my mouth to his and kissing him. Our lips clung, the simple pressure lasting far longer than I meant it to.I hadn’t meant for it to happen at all. Not really.
Oh God. I kissed Paxton. I’m kissing Paxton.But then I realized he wasn’t kissing me back.
I broke the contact, that pressure in my chest turning nearly sour, my heart pounding not in exhilaration but embarrassment.
Leah, he leaned down and whispered against my lips, the sound equal parts discovery and plea. Then he kissed me. His mouth moved gently over mine, his hands cradling my face as if I was something precious and rare, each new caress stripping away another hardened layer of my soul. He didn’t press deeper, even though I was ready to beg him to, just gave me that soft kiss that lingered, made me burn for more.Fuck. The Apache left us to refuel, and I started my stopwatch. Five minutes.
Rizzo cut Jagger loose and dragged him out of his seat. I took the brunt of his weight, gritting my teeth against the pain radiating through my arm. Rizzo jumped down and then helped me lower Jagger to the ground.His face was a bloody mess, and the rest of him wasn’t much better. I put my fingers against his neck and felt his pulse, faint and thready, but there. I leaned over him and lifted his eyelids. His pupils weren’t blown. Jagger, it’s Josh. Time to wake the fuck up, man. You have a wife at home, and a baby who needs you.
Jesus Christ, he’s a mess, Rizzo muttered, swinging his bag down from his back.He’s also my best friend. College through flight school. I bit out each word as I gave him room to work.