Nowhere met his criteria. Wasn’t there a flyer’s club? Meeting rooms? An isolated gate with rows of empty chairs was ahead. It’d be good enough until he regrouped.

They reached the semi-insulated area, and he spun around to face the vixen he didn’t know as well as he should. Brown eyes flared; flecks of copper sparkled. Her face was so familiar but suddenly so different. Long eyelashes and a tiny, heart-shaped face peered up. Lips that she licked when she was nervous, licked when she was turned on. Lips that she licked right now.

“Angel.” He inhaled through his nose, trying to slow his roll. Mauling her in an airport probably wasn’t high on her recover-rebuild list. His mind flashed back to her notes. Well, maybe it was. I want us to be more spontaneous. I want the superhero to come home and take me. Nothing to do with being his wife. Everything to do with uncontrollable testosterone.

He treaded choppy water. One wrong move and it could all end with her jabbing her finger into his chest, reminding him how he’d let them down. “Sarah. You didn’t write down a lot about surviving an abduction. About feeling traumatized.”

“Nope. I didn’t.”

Her breasts were perked, the rise and fall of her chest mirroring his. They stood inches apart, and he came closer. Hands on her shoulders, sliding down her arms, anchoring on her waist. She didn’t flinch. No pulling away this time. “I’m going to say or do the wrong thing. Then you’ll peel out, leaving me with a hard-on in an airport. Alone.”

“I’m barely listening to you now. Don’t worry about it.”

Her honesty made him sway on his feet. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Good.”

“Angel. Not what I expected.”

She nodded. “Think that’s been the problem.”

A growl rumbled in his chest. “I didn’t know there was a problem.”

“Fine.” Her tongue wicked over her bottom lip again. “Wrong word.”

“Tell me the right one.”

“More,” she whispered, smooth as silk.

Same word, better context. It made him growl, again. He didn’t ask. Wouldn’t hesitate. Not now. It’d been too long since he’d tasted her. Since he’d held her hungry little body against his.

“What changed, Sarah? You went to sleep pissed. And now…”

“And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that in years. All need. All want.”

Hands still around her waist, he lifted her like she was nothing, and her fingers knotted into his hair. Her lips brushed against his, smooth and luscious. He bit the bottom one, sucked it into his mouth. Released and bit again.

Her purr danced over his mouth, followed by an enslaving slash of her tongue. The harder he kissed her, the more she gripped his hair, pulling at his scalp and driving him on. Feasting. Devouring. Ravenous. Their mouths dueled, their tongues chased. She tasted of spearmint, welcoming his intensity. Primal, elemental, she floored him. Overwhelming in a way that made a furious desire drown out their surroundings.