Madison Frost
I almost had to carry Titus to the vehicle; he was so tired after our afternoon of swimming. Clark had parked beside us, and after putting the kids in the cars, he stepped close. He towered over me, invading my space, but I welcomed his closeness. Without thinking, I placed my hand on his chest.
“I had a great time,” I said, looking up at him. I got lost in his brown eyes, and when I gripped his shirt, he pushed me up against my vehicle.
I gasped as he brushed his nose against mine, his hands on my hips in a punishing grip. Topaz purred in my head, and all rational thought went out the window.
“f**k, I want to kiss you,” he groaned, and damn, did it do something to my core.
Uncaring of the warriors watching, I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his. T
