Those rays of invisible sun heated my skin, taking the warm straight through me.
I shoved the last bite of donut in my mouth, put my coffee down on the counter, rounded it chewing then swallowing as I headed straight to him. He turned to me, his chin dipped, his eyes never leaving me even when my hands went to his neck, one sliding up and back, I went up on my toes, pressed deep and pulled him down to me.
I kissed him hard, my tongue sliding in his mouth and glazed mixed with Boston cream.
It was divine.
I pushed him back, back, kissing him, holding on and he slammed into the side counter.
His arms closed around me, pulling me up off my toes, off my f**king feet and he pivoted, crossing the kitchen until my back slammed against the refrigerator.
I used his shoulders as leverage, clutching hard, pulling up, my hand in his hair holding his head to me as the kiss went wild and deep. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, used my back to push away from the fridge, leaned in hard and he moved back until he crashed into the counter facing the dining room.
I tore my mouth from his, lifting my head to find both my arms wrapped around his. My breath was coming fast and shallow, my chest heaving with the effort, just like Creed.
Hair had fallen over his forehead and was mixing with the brow and lashes of one of his bright, blue eyes. It was strangely cute on a man who was not even a modicum of cute but hard, rugged and all male.
It was also hot.
And it was all kinds of sexy.
Shit.
“I gotta get dressed and get over to Charlene’s,” I whispered, not moving an inch, not letting go.
“I’m coming with,” he whispered back.
“Suit yourself.”
“That’s what’ll suit me.”
I shrugged but held his eyes and said quietly, “You get that family hooked on you, you disappear, I’ll hunt you down, Creed. I’ll hunt you down and find an uncomfortable way to make you pay. Do you get me?”
“I get you,” he replied just as quietly. “I also get that she may be rougher around the edges but wrapped around me right now is all the Sylvie who used to be.”
I reared back but he was prepared, his arm angled across my back and held me close.
“Put me down,” I demanded.
He didn’t move a muscle even as he stated, “Anything for you, baby. Any f**king thing. Now do you get me?”
“You don’t have anything I want except my desire for you to put me down.”
“I’m not what you want, Sylvie, I get that because it’s the same for you as it is for me. I’m not what you want ‘cause I’m what you need.”
My gut squeezed.
“Put me down,” I whispered.
He dropped me to my feet.
I reached around him, whirled the donut box and grabbed another glazed. Then I moved around the counter, snatched up my cup and started through the living room. Unfortunately, Gun was waddling her fat, furry ass in front of me and taking her time, there wasn’t room to get around her so I was forced to go slow.
This meant Creed could get another shot in.
He didn’t waste the opportunity.
“You kiss me like that just for waiting up for you, partner, lookin’ forward to payback when I do something that actually means something.”