All she could do was cry harder at that, and he simply held her. “You feel like you lost her, I get that.” He pressed his face against her hair. “If it helps, I know what it’s like to lose someone, someone you think you can’t live without. Someone you think you need more than air.”
She clung to him. “Your dad?”
“Yeah. It’s going to hurt like hell for a long time, Mel, and that’s okay. It means you’re alive. It means you’re okay. It means you can learn to live with it, and go on.”
She kept her face to his throat, thinking he was truly a miracle in her life. And God, he smelled good. He smelled like soap, like warm man, like…like every secret hope and dream she’d ever had. To make herself feel better about those scary thoughts, she wiped her nose on his shirt.
He narrowed his eyes. “Did you just wipe your nose on me?”
She let out one last sniffle. “No.”
“Yes, you did.”
“Okay, a little. I’m okay now.”
“Mel.”
“I am.” She started to climb out of his lap but he held her, his gaze meeting hers.
“Truth,” he said.
“Maybe not so okay. We were nearly shot. Nearly killed!”
“Nearly doesn’t count except in horseshoes and hand grenades,” he said, and stroked a big hand up her back.
“It’s a new experience for me.”
“I just feel…” So much. “Jarringly, exceedingly…disconnected to my body, like I have a surplus of…adrenaline, or something,” she tried to explain.
“I know.”
She felt like she was going to jump out of her skin if she didn’t do something. “I have to get rid of some of this energy, Bo.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth. Heated. “Keep talking.”
“Really? Because I’d really rather do this.” And she kissed him.
One rough sound escaped him, then he was in. In her mouth, in her clothes, and with some swearing and desperate rustling, inside her body.
“Good Christ,” he breathed, the both of them going still after that first hard, quick plunge.
The feel of him, hard and throbbing inside her, simply couldn’t be put into words. Her shirt was opened, bra shoved down, one boot in the backseat, jeans around one ankle. She had her head back, eyes closed, absorbing the barrage of sensations. His flesh was stretching her, his fingers gripping her hips, his mouth pressed to the side of one breast.
And she thought, I could stay like this forever. “Bo.”
Opening his mouth on her nipple, he breathed her name, loosening his grip on her hips so that she could move, so that she could take them both where she needed to go, where the only thing she could do was feel this, him, and nothing else.
Chapter 23
The ride back to the airport was silent. Well, not completely silent. Bo and Mel were sweating like crazy in the insane heat, and with no air conditioner, their breathing sounded ragged and rough.
He could still hear the slightest catch in Mel’s, the kind of catch that came from great sex and an explosive orgasm. The way they devoured each other every single time, without a lessening of the painful want, confused and baffled him. And made him afraid.
Maybe he was going to always want her like this.
Jesus.
Or maybe he was an idiot, and she was simply breathing like that from her crying jag.
She’d cried. If there was anything more soul destroying than watching a woman as strong and tough as Mel completely lose it, he didn’t know what.
And had he ever, in his entire life, felt so helpless? Like he could punch his fist through a wall of concrete, or curl into a ball of misery himself?
Maybe, he could admit. Maybe in that dark time right after his father’s death. The senselessness of it all, the loss. Yeah, he’d felt helpless then.
And he hated that Mel felt it now.
He wasn’t sure when he’d even started taking her feelings into account. Maybe that was a side affect of another realization: she was on his side. She didn’t like it but she was.
The truth was, he was falling for her. Talk about terrifying. He parked the car in the brutal sun at the airport and watched her get out, hair tumbling around her shoulders, mouth unsmiling, eyes tired.
Not falling, he corrected. But fallen. He’d fallen for her, done deal.
She did a double take in his direction. “You just went pale as a ghost. What’s the matter?”
Pale? Yeah, that sounded about right.
“Bo?”
He opened his mouth and said the first stupid thing to hit his tongue. “I came inside you without a condom.”
She whipped her head back toward him, stared for one blink, then looked away. “Oh.”
“Oh. Is that all you have to say-oh? ”
“Okay. Oops. Is that better?”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Don’t worry.”
She sounded so quiet, so weary, he dropped his hands from his face. “Are you on the pill?”
“No, I meant I would never hold you back from doing what you’ve got to do about the airport, and then going home.”
“Home.”
“Back to Australia.”
“You wouldn’t hold me back from leaving here, even if you’re pregnant,” he said quietly, then watched temper spark in those gorgeous whiskey eyes of hers, the ones that had been so soft and heated only a few minutes ago.
“Of course not!” she snapped. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned her head away.
Putting his hands on her arms, he tried to pull her back around, not an easy task because she was strong and pissed and didn’t want to look at him. “Mel. Look at me. Please?”
She did so with clear reluctance.
“If I got you pregnant, I’m sure as hell not going to walk away.”
“There were two of us forgetting a condom, and I take responsibility for my own mistakes, thank you very much.”
“I am just saying that I’m not going to desert you.”
“If I’m pregnant.”
They stared at each other for a long…well, pregnant beat. Then Mel walked into the airport. Bo followed, kicking his own ass all the way to his plane. They flew for a full hour in silence, during which time he thought far too much.
Could he really walk away? Go back to Australia as if nothing had happened? As if he hadn’t begun to think of North Beach as his home, too? As if the place hadn’t captured a good part of his heart, and Mel the rest of it?
“Here.” Mel reached over and flipped open the ice chest they’d stocked way back in North Beach before they’d come. She pulled out a soda. “You look like you need a hit of sugar.”
“I’m okay.” But he took the can, noticing that she even opened it for him. He must look like death warmed over for her to be babying him like this.
Customary cool long gone, he downed the soda, the icy drink wetting his parched throat but not making him feel any better.
He didn’t know if he could feel better. Could he go back to Australia?
And if he couldn’t, how would Mel take that, when she couldn’t wait for him to get the hell out of her life, he wondered.
“You sure you’re okay?” she asked.
“You’re hovering, Mel.”
She pulled back as if slapped. “Excuse me.”
He swore to himself. “I’m sorry. I just need some quiet.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.” Yeah, he was an ass. An ass with the words you’ve fallen and you can’t get up running through his mind over and over.
He went back to sweating.
“Why did you tell that woman at the bar you’d try to get her money back? What about your money? Wouldn’t you take whatever you found for yourself?” Mel asked him.
“I have the airport.”
She stared at him until he squirmed. “What?” he finally demanded.
She shook her head. “That’s the first time you’ve ever said such a thing, admitted that maybe North Beach has equal value to what you’ve lost.”
He cut his eyes to hers, then looked straight ahead to the horizon, the two of them silent again.