Brody finally got Darby alone by pulling her into the powder room. He touched her face, the back of his hand barely grazing her cheek.
“I’ve missed you.”
And then she was in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and held her tight. His fingers deftly pulled out the ponytail scrunchie, freeing her wavy tresses, which now fully framed her face. He slid his hand behind her neck, cradling her head, sought her lips with his own.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since you got here.” Gently caressing her lips with his, a flame ignited within him, burning to be quenched with more kisses.
“Thanks for waiting. PDAs aren’t my thing.”
He gazed into sparkling eyes, noticed flushed cheeks, and ruby-red lips yearning for more.
He pressed her tighter against him, feeling her heat, the pillows of her breasts against his chest. They clung to each other, warm bodies pressing closer and closer together. Vanilla and jasmine scents teased him as he nibbled her neck. Then he slid his lips back onto hers, plunging with his tongue.
“I’ve missed you, too,” she gasped as he again found the soft spot below her ear and her arms encircled his waist.
Darby loved being in Brody’s arms, the touch of his hands on her skin, the smell of him, the heat of him. She loved snuggling against him, fitting perfectly into his side.
“Good, because if missing was one-sided, only me missing you, I’d be in a heap of trouble.” He found her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples taut. “Only I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming.”
She hesitated. “About this ‘we’ thing.” Her fingers made air quotes. “During dinner, the way you referred to us. You keep using we. Like there’s a we…an us.” Darby looked away. “There is no we…no us.”
“Sure there is.” His strong hands touched her shoulders, and he turned her to face him squarely. “You just don’t know it yet—or haven’t accepted it.”
“Get real, Brody. I’m here, in Virginia. And you’re over a thousand miles away. It’s not like Florida and Virginia are neighboring states. Our lives don’t intersect.”
Soulful eyes, puppy-dog eyes, peered at him through the same long lashes he first fell in love with that horrible day, as she lay helpless on the gurney. He cupped her face gently and smiled. “I’m a patient man. I can wait for you to catch up.”
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