Free Midnight Thunder(INCR) by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page B

filled her with excitement. Rosie and Herb would be overjoyed.
    Imagining how happy they’d be to have one of their boys home again, she started toward the house. She was nearly there when Cade’s truck came barreling back in. He spewed gravel as he braked hard and leaped out, leaving the driver’s door open.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” She hurried to meet him. “Did something happen with Rosie?”
    â€œNo, something happened with you and me. We had a damned argument, and it’s my fault.” He shoved his hat to the back of his head and pulled her into his arms. “I’ve been home less than twelve hours and I’m already yelling at you, when all I want to do is this.” He captured her mouth in a kiss that left no doubt about his feelings.
    She wound her arms around his neck and surrendered to the sweet assault of his tongue. Nobody kissed like him. She moaned and invited him deeper.
    Shifting his angle, he took all she had to give until they were breathless and frantic. The ridge of his cock pressed hard against her belly as he cupped her backside, his fingers flexing.
    Gasping, he lifted his head to gaze down at her. “I want you again, and we can’t, and it’s driving me crazy.”
    She managed only one word. “Airport.”
    â€œI know.” Struggling for breath, he released her and backed away. “I just had to...apologize.”
    She nodded. “Go.” Driving would be painful for a few miles, though.
    â€œOkay.” He winced as he climbed into his truck. “That smarts.” Closing the door, he started the engine and drove away.
    She watched until he was out of sight and she’d stopped quivering. Good Lord, what had she done? Having sex with him this morning had seemed like a good idea at the time, but she should have realized they were playing with dynamite. This time around, though, she would not get burned.
    * * *
    C ADE DIDN ’ T BELIEVE in texting and driving, so he pulled to the side of the road before sending a quick text to Damon to let him know that he was running late but would be there. He added a quick reassurance that Rosie was still doing okay.
    He figured that had to be true. Herb would have called or texted if anything major had changed. Cade vowed that from this moment on he’d control his craving for Lexi and concentrate on this deal with Rosie. That remained his top priority.
    The craving for Lexi was mostly her fault, so he refused to wallow in guilt over what had happened. Once he’d walked in to find her in his bed—game over. She’d taken away his headache and replaced it with raging lust.
    Then she’d come up with that
I’ll see you when it’s convenient
line. He still figured that was revenge talking, especially after she’d proudly proclaimed that his leaving had been a good thing. Maybe it had. He’d been too young and stupid to make a good husband then.
    In his current randy state, he hadn’t reacted well to her comments, though. Stomping off had felt great until a mile down the road when he’d realized that he wanted to make love, not war. If he wasn’t careful, his ego would take over and he’d lose his chance to be with her.
    She had a right to a little revenge. He could take it. But he couldn’t take total rejection, not after this morning. He’d thought their vital connection had been broken years ago, but it was still there, maybe even stronger than ever after that long separation.
    The mountains had felt welcoming and familiar, but plunging deep into Lexi’s warmth had been the ultimate homecoming. He couldn’t imagine living here without that mental and physical bond. So he’d driven back to make amends, and he had discovered that just kissing her was no longer an option. Where Lexi was concerned, he wanted it all.
    He had a pretty good idea that meant shopping for a ring and setting a date. But that didn’t spook him