“Oh. You’re leaving?”
“I don’t have to. Although I should’ve thought to stop at the market in town. We don’t have a lot in the way of provisions.”
“I wouldn’t mind going with you.”
“I’d love it if you would. We can pick up whatever you think your sister and friends would like too.”
Ava smiled, and Razor about melted. He’d moved his hand from her face, and had rested it on her shoulder, unable to stop touching her, but as he’d told her, not wanting to make her uncomfortable either. Now, though, he couldn’t stop himself, the lure of her lips pulled him in, and he covered her mouth with his.
When her tongue darted against his, he groaned and she whimpered. He lifted her legs until they went around his waist, and held her bottom in his two hands. At the same time, he kept his lips on hers, caressing her tongue with his, eliciting more of the whimpers he loved to hear.
He wasn’t thinking about protecting Ava now, or that without her knowing it, he’d been hired to do so. She wasn’t an asset, she was a woman he wanted to be inside of with every fiber of his being.
Thankfully she’d changed out of the dress that had almost driven him mad, but her short-shorts and t-shirt weren’t a whole lot better. He could feel the warmth of her arousal as her body pressed against his, making him increasingly harder.
He turned his head, attacking her mouth from a different angle as she held onto him tightly. Did that mean she didn’t want to let go of him any more than he did of her?
Razor pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her pupils were dilated, her breathing was labored, and her face, neck, and chest were flushed. If this were any other woman, he wouldn’t hesitate or ask; he’d take her right where they stood. But this was Ava.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you’re feeling.”
“You can feel what I’m feeling, Tabon.”
“Likewise, but we need to talk about this. You just told me I make you nervous.”
Ava fidgeted enough that he released her legs. She slid down his body, and he immediately missed her warmth.
“You also make me want you, Tabon.”
“Tell me how, Avarie. Tell me what you want from me.”
She tried to hide her face, but he wouldn’t let her.
“I need to hear the words, baby.”
“I could feel you pulsing against me.”
He stroked her cheek with his finger, willing her to continue.
“I want that, Tabon. Except I want you pulsing inside me.”
Razor groaned, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her body close enough to grind against his. He was about to pick her up and carry her next door when he saw the lights of Gunner’s SUV pulling through the gate.
“We have company,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.
“I don’t suppose we can sneak next door.”
“We could, but we’d have to make it really quick.”
She smiled. “We shouldn’t.”
“You’re right. I guess. However, I need to do something about this.” Razor pointed to the straining zipper of his jeans.
Ava covered her mouth and laughed. “I’m sorry. Although not as evident, I’m having a similar problem.”
Razor leaned forward and brushed her lips with his one more time.
“I’m going to carry your bag upstairs, but keep them talking for a good five minutes before they come up, okay?”