Page 138 of Fierce Storm
“Sal.” His name leaves my mouth on a breath and I throw myself into his arms. He catches me easily, sighing into my hair.
“Thanks for letting me up.”
With a rushed laugh, I step back and stare into his smiling eyes, shaking my head. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“It crossed my mind. I wasn’t sure where your head was at after yesterday.”
“I’m not sure either. But I’m working on it.” I gesture for Sal to come inside, and he grabs my hand as he walks past, shutting the door behind him.
“Talk to me, Keels. Let me help.”
“Is that your way of saying thatyourhead is all clear?”
“God, no.” Sal comically winces and I huff out a soft laugh. “There’s still so much we have to work through, so much to say. But when I saw you upset, none of that mattered. I wanted to be the guy you turned to. The guy to help you through it. Basically, there was no way in hell I was letting Luke pull you into his arms.”
I snort, rolling my eyes. “He’s married.”
“Doesn’t make a difference. At that moment, it had to be me.”
“Good. Because you’re the only one I needed. I’m not sure what I would have done if you hadn’t come back inside.”
Sal smiles before he gently cups my cheeks, angling my face toward him as he slowly glides his thumb over my cheek. “We made a mess of things, huh?”
“At least they all found out at once.”
“Very true.” He chuckles and the familiar sound warms me, while my chest fills with regret.
“I shouldn’t have walked away last night,” I admit, holding my breath as I wait for his response.
“And I shouldn’t have let you leave. We’re both idiots.”
“What do we do from here?”
“First, I’m going to kiss that beautiful mouth of yours and then…”
“Then?”
“How about we agree to work through this mess together?”
“That’s probably a good idea. We do work better as a team. First, back to thekissing.”
Sal’s lips curl into a delicious smirk seconds before his hands sink into my hair, and he leans down, pressing his lips to mine.
I melt at his touch, my lips parting on a sigh. A groan rumbles in the back of his throat and he increases the pressure, his mouth molding with mine, the feel of him all-consuming.
Sal does many things well, but his kisses are pure perfection. He kisses with passion, sending a spark of ecstasy through to my core, as he walks me back toward the wall.
My body hits the plaster and we both pause, breaths ragged as our gazes lock. “God, I wish I could take you to bed. But I don’t have enough time to worship you like you deserve.”
“I’m okay with a quickie.”
“I’m not. Not for our first time. And definitely not before we’ve talked.”
I smile before pulling him back into me, not at all surprised that we won’t be taking things further tonight. That just adds to Sal’s appeal.
Doesn’t mean I’m ready to stop.
“I’ll let you be a gentleman tonight, but you better kiss me like your life depends on it. Leave me desperate for more, counting down the seconds until you come home.”
