a woman throws herself at you, you don’t say no.”
“This isn’t right.” I refuse to let her go. Moira needs to know I’m serious about this.
“If you don’t want me kissing you, then you don’t want me kissing you. Message received loud and clear.” She tries to climb out of my lap, but I refuse to let her out of my arms.
“Let me go.”
“No.”
“Four, let me go.”
“The name’s Griff, Moira. If you’re going to cuss me out, at least use my name.”
“Your name is weird, and I want you to let me go.”
“You’ve got your wires crossed, little minx, because there’s nothing I want to do more than kiss you right now.”
“Then kiss me! Haven’t I been through enough? Don’t I deserve a simple kiss?”
“You and I know there’s no such thing as a simple kiss between us.”
“It’s just a kiss.”
I push down on her hips, pressing her against my rigid length. “Does that feel like I think there’s anything simple about this?”
She grows silent for a moment, but then the fire’s back in her eyes. “I don’t get you. I’m not ugly. I know what I look like; it’s why men…” She cuts off the rest of that thought, knowing where it leads. I patiently wait her out. “I want you to kiss me, and you want to kiss me. Frankly, I don’t see where the problem is?”
“You’re beautiful but incredibly stubborn. I think you know that. What you don’t know is what I’m going to show you.”
“And what’s that? That you’re a jackass like all the rest? Or that you suck at kissing? Is that it? You’re a piss-poor kisser?”
“No, Moira.” I have to be firm, or I’ll lose my shit and take what she’s not ready to give. “I’m going to show you what it feels like when a man worships you, and right now, that means holding off on a kiss when it’s not the right time, the right place, or the right circumstance.”
“You’re fucking impossible. You know that, don’t you?”
“And you’re my little minx.”
“Don’t try to change the subject on me.”
“I’m holding the woman of my dreams in my lap, with a raging hard-on, and no way to relieve it, so I agree with you—fucking is impossible right now.”
“All I want is one kiss.”
“When I kiss you, there’s no way I’m stopping at a kiss.” When her gorgeous blue eyes round in surprise, I can’t help but laugh. “You heard me.” I shift her to a more comfortable position and bite my lower lip. “And I’m not letting you go ever again. I don’t think you get what that means, but you will.”
“I will once you give me a goddamn kiss.”
She bites her lower lip and nearly demolishes what little control I have left. Leaning into me, she settles back and rests her hand on my chest. I’m barely able to think, but I know deep down in my soul that to give into that kiss will be the end of us. I don’t want the end.
I’m ready for a beginning.
Speed tips up his helmet and we exchange a look. I thank him for giving us what privacy he could and he shrugs like it was a no brainer. He’s also letting me know we’ll be landing soon. With a tap to his headset, he tells me to listen in on the private channel the three of us share.
“What’s up?”
“Alpha ran into resistance on the tanker. Evidently, that crew isn’t an ordinary crew. They didn’t take kindly when we fired on their men.”
“Max said they encountered resistance.” I’m pretty sure that’s why we went against protocol. We being me. I disobeyed a direct order and it’ll cause waves. My future as a Guardian may be a little up in the air once we land.
“Evidently, there was a scene in one of the crew quarters. Alpha took fire from our not so innocent crew, and then they saw the room.” His voice takes on a strange tone and his gaze shifts to Moira. I sense there’s more to what he wants to say, but I’m stuck on what he said about the crew.
“I find it hard to believe the crew was in on this.”
“I’m thinking the same thing, but this is the same tanker involved in several other transports. Mitzy is looking into it.”
“Well, fuck.”
Moira shifts in my lap and I bite my lower lip as her tight ass brushes against my hard cock. Why didn’t I let her kiss me? I just got control over