His fingers tighten just a fraction, and then he loosens his hold, sliding an arm around my waist.
I shake my head, looking for the words. “I’ve never felt rage like that before. But it wasn’t loud or wild. It was so quiet. So focused.”
He nods, just once. “Your soul was onfire. That’s exactly how I felt when they told me you’d been taken.”
That’s a good way to put it. I’d gone from survival mode to ready to burn the world down.
“I would choose you every time,” I say. “All of you. There wasn’t a bit of me that hesitated.”
“Ditto,” he whispers, claiming my lips again. And then, “Up.”
I jump. He hooks me beneath the thighs and lifts until I’m clinging to him koala-style. I twine my arms around his neck and kiss him for all I’m worth. He sucks on my tongue, and need explodes beneath my belly button.
“Alex—” I’m out of breath. Panting my need. High on emotion and hormones. It doesn’t matter that it’s dark out and we’re in way too public a place for what I have in mind.
It’s like he reads my mind. Lifting his head, he stares over my shoulder. “You’re addicting, Beauty. You make me lose my head.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for that.”
I smile as he lets me down. But I don’t go far. I like being plastered against him.
Alex’s thumb traces a comforting swath up and down my side. “About Gabe’s proposal?—”
My heart skips a beat before I remember my earlier question.
“I think you should do what makes you happy.”
“You make me happy.”
“Then you should do me.”
A laugh bursts from my lips. His twitch. “That was so cheesy.”
“I know. Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Oh, I’m telling them.” I nod to where Gabe and King are making their way toward us.
He tugs me against his chest, laughing down at me as he cups my cheek again. A smiling Alexander Hunt is breath-stealing. Truly. Brooding Alex is sexy. But the grin on his face right now could turn sand into glass.
“I love your laugh,” he whispers against my lips.
I stretch up to meet him, loving the way his stubble scrapes my skin.
Another set of hands slides over my back, caressing, dipping down to cup my ass. “Should we take this inside?” Gabe asks.
Heat curls through me.
Should I be alarmed that I can’t seem to be without them for a single day? Maybe. Am I? Not the least little bit. They’re like a tornado of testosterone. And I’m ready to be swept away.
“Yes, please.” He laces his fingers with mine and starts toward the house, King on his other side, Alex to my right.
I pull us to a stop, and they all fall into a semi-circle in front of me. “I have a question first.”
14
KINGSTON
