Drive
Barely able to shove the car in park, my heart thundered as his soul spoke to mine across the distance.
Through the beams of my headlights and the drizzle pinging on my skin, I launched myself into his waiting arms. “I love you so damn much,” I cried as he gripped me tightly to him, relief evident and seeping between us as I sobbed in his hold.
My heart home, my life wrapped around me.
Because I was safe, just like he told me I was all those years ago.
“Hey,” he said, holding me like I was his life force. “Hey, hey, baby, what happened?”
I answered with a feverish kiss as it began to rain around us. I tasted him, breathed him in, his scent, and his warmth filling me to the brink and spilling over.
“I missed you,” I murmured, placing reverent kisses all over his face, his jaw, and his soft lips.
“Stella, what happened?”
I pulled back and gave a knowing smile. “We happened. We happened, Reid. And I’m so fucking glad I asked you to kiss me.”
He fisted my hair in a possessive grip, his beautiful green gaze flitting over my face.
“I promise you won’t have to ask for that again, Mrs. Crowne.
” He pressed hungry lips to mine, his tongue sweeping gently before our flames touched and we ignited, hot and burning bright blue, high enough for the stars to notice.
When he pulled away, I saw our past the same way I saw our future when we collided back into each other’s present.
The music had led me back to him, solidifying us, and I would forever follow. He was my song, my soul, my everything, and his love had propelled me forward into the woman I wanted to be. And that woman would burn out with the man who was made to keep her warm.
He wiped the tears away as I stared up at him. “How did you know I was almost home?”
“The way I’ve always known when you’re close,” he said, delving deep into my mouth and leaving me breathless. He pulled away after a lingering peck on my lips. “I felt it.” He watched my face closely.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Never better, never,” I said, gripping his face in my hands, longing for more. Even only inches away, with our bodies aligned and pressed close, I would never get close enough.
“Welcome home,” he murmured warmly, ignoring the rain before he dipped his head and devoured me, a hungry man who was done waiting, reclaiming me with his heart as the lock reinforced in mine, with us safely inside.
When he pulled away, I had only one request. “Take me inside and waste me, Mr. Rock Star.”
“Gladly, Grenade.”