Her hands jerked him to her. Hell yes, angel. Anything she wanted. Fingernails pricked his scalp, dragging down to the back of his neck. Clawing as he kissed her. I thought we had a spark before. She’s right. I’m wrong. We can get to more.

Hard, peaked nipples pressed into his chest. He backed to a row of chairs, falling back with her straddling his lap. He couldn’t breathe. Opened his eyes and couldn’t take them off her if he wanted. They burned copper-brown, staring deeply at him. Unblinking. Unwavering.

Her lips lingered on his. Harsh breaths tangled. Their chests galloped together, his heart slamming. They could stay in this seat, locked like this, together. Not sharing a word, not needing to, and everything would be communicated.

But still… He’d said it before, he’d say it again and again until he heard it back. “I’ve missed you.”

Sarah nodded, eyes on fire. “Hotel room?”

He hadn’t expected anything this fast. “Airport and resorts are on opposite sides of the island.” He cursed the logistics. “Two-hour drive. Dog-leg turns over potholes.” Not sexy or fast.

“Figure something out.”

Yes, ma’am. He jumped up and set her down. Lacing her fingers into his, they took off down the corridor, his erection painfully evident and pushing into his jeans. They rounded the corner and found the driver he’d arranged for with their luggage piled on a cart, ready to go.

“Where’s your ride, man?” Brock stood an easy five inches over the uniformed chauffer and pulled a wad of cash out of his pocket. “For your troubles. I need to speak with my wife. Alone. Can you take a walk? Grab some coffee? I’ll find you once we’ve… talked.”

Without batting a questioning look, the driver directed them to go out the door and to a waiting, running Hummer. Brock took her hand and led her to the vehicle, exactly where the driver said it would be.

He pulled open the door and lifted her inside. “Up and in, angel.”

Sarah turned in the back seat, grabbing him by the shirt collar. “Spontaneous and public. You did read what I wrote.”

It’d been memorized, but right now he was acting on pure, instinctive need. Public, private, didn’t matter. This was them on more, and he liked it.

CHAPTER SIX

Sarah was tired of ignoring the little whispers in her head. The ones that fought for his attention while she tried to run away from him.

When she’d packed her belongings and moved out, the voices had said she needed to come to grips with what had happened, not run away from the man who’d do anything to save his family.

In the guest house, when he’d stalked close and she’d clawed the wall, those little voices had screamed for her to kiss him. Jump in his arms. Take and feel and do everything they’d been so good at while married.