Page 87 of Mountain Defender

She slipped her hand down his chest to the waist of his jeans, drawing a groan from him.

Placing a hand over hers, he stopped the progression of her hand. “You’re in no shape for that, princess. You have weeks of healing ahead of you.”

She shot him a coy look. “That doesn’t mean I can’t pleasure you.”

“Hell. As much as I want that, I’m going to suffer alongside you until the doctor clears you.”

“So next week.”

“Probably more like next month.”

She couldn’t stop the disappointed whine from escaping her throat. “That long?”

“Most likely six weeks.”

“Stop! I’m already going crazy at the thought of not having you inside me for that long.” Now that he’d made that comment about how his was bigger, she was always going to want it. Dick envy? Or desire.

He stared at her mouth for a long heartbeat. Her insides fluttered, but neither of them could do anything about their lust. For now, she had healing to do.

And Bryson only had minutes before he’d be going off into the wilderness to hunt for her captor.

As if he was thinking the same thing, he said, “I wish I could stay with you. Make sure you’re all right.”

“I am.”

“Eric will be checking in on you. He’ll tell me if you’re overdoing it.” He gave her a pointed look.

“I’ll be on my best behavior.”

He cocked a brow. “Well, hopefully not too good. I have a thing for bad girls.”

When she placed her hand over his fly again, he let out a growl and kissed her.

Tripp ached all over. Most of the pain could be handled with a couple painkillers. But the one he needed attention for, only one woman could help with.

He stood at Alexia’s gate at the airport, his stare trained on the place where she’d appear. Groups of people exited the gate. Everyone appeared tired after the redeye, and he expected to pick his lover up and take her straight to the hotel so he could have his way with her right before he tucked her into bed beside him and they fell into a deep, healing sleep together.

The three weeks she’d been gone on a new case was too long, and he was the first to admit it. He was a man in love. A man who missed his love.

A couple walked by, holding hands. A family came next with two little boys in the tired parents’ arms and their limp legs dangling.

Then Tripp spotted her. His heart gave a leap of excitement, and he pushed forward, going against the crowd disembarking from the plane to meet Alexia.

Her pale face turned toward him, seeking him out too. When their gazes locked, a smile tipped her sweet lips. With a grin, he rushed forward, taking her carry-on bag from her shoulder even as he yanked her close.

Without hesitation, he ran his hand up her nape to pull the elastic band from her ponytail. The silky strands of her hair fell across his knuckles and almost made him roar out.

“Three weeks is too long, princess.”

Her eyes blazed. “I know. Kiss me!”

Nothing could stop him from doing just that. He pressed her up against the wall, heedless of the people streaming around them to leave the airport, and crushed his mouth over hers.

Her sweet taste was addicting. It took him a split second to know that one kiss would never be enough to satiate the appetite they’d worked up for each other.

When her nails slipped down his chest, lightly scraping, his cock stretched to full mast.

He dipped his head to her throat and nibbled the length. “Now I can’t even move or walk.”