Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,191

that before, like they were really seeing me, connecting with me all the way down to my soul. “I picked up that gun,” he said softly, “and I was so god damn angry, Olivia. I was so angry, and I just…I saw you there, and I knew the only thing that was stronger than my anger was my love for you.”

He pulled me to him, and he was kissing me and I was kissing him and I felt safe and secure and I was scared, too, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was him, about the two of us, about the things he was making me feel, things I never thought existed, much less for me.

“I love you,” he breathed.

“I love you too,” I said.

And this time, when he stood up and took my hand and told me he wanted to take me home, I knew he was talking about my home, too.

SIX MONTHS LATER

The sun was dappling across the sky and bouncing light off the ocean below as I watched out the window of the plane.

“Crown Royale Airlines Flight 2234 is now landing in Miami, Florida,” the pilot called over the loudspeaker and I closed my eyes and let the reality of my situation hit me. I was in Miami. I’d never been out of state before and now here I was, sitting in first class, sipping a glass of champagne and eating strawberries, about to land in sunny Florida.

“You okay?” Colt asked from the seat next to me.

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m okay.” He reached for my hand, the hand that was gripping the arm rest so tight my knuckles were white. His touch was firm and instantly calmed me.

“You sure?” he pressed as the plane skittered down the runway.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I breathed a sigh of relief when the plane rolled to a stop. It was silly, I knew, but I’d never been on a plane before, and it had taken me a while to get used to the air pressure and the flying and just… everything.

Colt’s fingers slid against the inside of my wrist. “Your pulse rate is through the roof.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me, not caring that the plane was starting to empty out, that the other first class passengers were walking down the aisle, not worried about who saw.

But that’s how he’d been this past six months, always attentive, always taking care of me, always putting my needs before his.

Finally, he pulled his lips from mine, and we made our way off the plane and through the airport before hopping into our rental car and heading for our hotel.

“Really, Colt?” I asked when I saw the car he’d chosen. “You had to get an Escalade?”

“I didn’t have to get anything Princess,” he said cockily, picking up my suitcase and tossing it into the back. “I wanted it.”

“And you always have to get what you want?” I asked as he shut the back.

He grabbed my hips and pushed me up against the back of the car, pinning me with his body. “I got you, didn’t I?” he murmured against my lips. He kissed me soft and slow, his hands dipping up under the back of my t-shirt and rubbing the small of my back.

My body instantly responded to his, my pussy flooding with warmth as his mouth pressed against mine, as he tongue pushed past my lips even though we were standing outside of the airport in full view of everyone.

“I cannot wait to get you back to the hotel room,” he said, resting his forehead against mine. “And fuck you until you can’t walk.”

He kissed the hollow of my throat, right on the sensitive spot on my neck that he knew drove me crazy. After six months together, he knew my body, knew exactly what buttons to push to send me over the edge, to tease me, to keep me wanting, to exquisitely torture me, and ultimately, to satisfy me.

“I need to be able to walk,” I said, “if we’re going to be checking out a new space tonight.”

Colt walked around and opened the passenger door for me, helped me up into the Escalade’s high seat. “You don’t need to be able to walk,” he said. “I’ll carry you.”

I giggled as he shut the door and crossed to the other side of the car, got in and started it. The engine roared to life and I rolled the window, letting the warm Florida air brush against my skin and blow