Relief and lust entwine together, making heat flood my core. I spin and lean against the counter, gazing up at him.
“Did you?”
His green eyes soften, the gold around his pupils glowing like a sunbeam in the dark.
“More than anything,” he murmurs, all delicious and gravelly.
“Then I guess I missed you too,” I whisper, aching to slide my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. It’s the longest I’ve ever gone without feeling his lips on mine and his hands on me. I hate it.
I bite my lower lip and we stare at one another until the silence grows and I realize Jenson and Killian have stopped talking.
I glance over and they’re both watching us. Jenson’s wearing a cocky grin, but Killian looks concerned.
“We’re going. Sterling needs us to keep looking into something.” Killian keeps his eyes fixed on Denver’s like he’s communicating in some special code.
Denver’s jaw tightens and he nods once. “Fine. I’ll call you later for an update.”
“Enjoy your show, Sinclair,” Killian says to me.
“Thanks, I will.”
“Later.” Jenson grins, before looking at Monty. “Nice bro, always looking so sharp.”
I follow his gaze to the new sweater Monty has on and hold back my giggle as Denver zones in on it.
“That’s my shirt,” he rumbles.
“Wasyour shirt,” I say, admiring the way it turned out when I remodeled it into something for Monty. “You threw it in the trash. I didn’t want to waste it.”
His eyes stay on Monty and the sweater I made from the shirt he got my blood all over on our hike.
“He’s grateful to you. He likes it,” I add with a smile.
“Wears it better than you,” Jenson quips.
Denver’s eyes narrow as he takes the travel mug of coffee I’m holding out to him. Our fingers brush and the way his eyes heat when they meet mine, like he’s thinking of doing something really filthy to me, has heat pooling between my thighs.
“Wait for us,” he calls to Killian and Jenson, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “We’ll ride the elevator down with you.”
I keep my gaze on the side of Denver’s face as we drive. We’ve just dropped Monty off at my father and Halliday’s while I’m at the show. Denver’s barely said two words since we left my apartment.
“Are you annoyed about the sweater? Is that why you marched us out of there?”
A muscle in his cheek clenches and he sucks in a breath through his nose. “I don’t care about the sweater. I cared about the fact I couldn’t be alone with you in your apartment for even a second if there was a chance you were going to make your show today.”
“Oh.” I grin. “Because you wanted to get me naked?”
He exhales, his shoulders softening. “Because I’m going crazy every second I can’t touch you.” He places his hand on my thigh, letting out a gentle groan as he squeezes my flesh.
He drives with one hand on the wheel, in relaxed control as he massages my thigh with his thumb. It’s so simple, yet something about it makes me wet.
“I could be late?” I suggest, squirming in my seat.
He squeezes my thigh more firmly. “No, you can’t. This show’s important to you. It’s the reason we’re back here earlier than I wanted. You aren’t going to be late for it.”
I pout as he glances at me.
“Princess,” he growls in warning, which only makes me wetter.
