Page 34 of Protecting Addison
“That’sbullshit, Ricardo Douglas.”
MacGyver couldn’t help but actuallylikethat his wife got pissed when he expected her to be upset, maybe even crying. Not that he wanted to make her angry, either.
“Yes, we got married to make it easier for the kids to stay with you, but I don’t want you to leave. And do you think Ellory wants to lose you? No. She doesn’t. She loves living with you. Having you teach her stuff I couldn’t in a million years. She’s more interested in the crap in your garage than she is learning how to bake or cook. If you’re looking for a way out of this marriage, then just come out and say it. Don’t use those kids as excuses.”
“You thinkIwant out?” MacGyver asked. It was his turn to be shocked.
“Don’t you?” Addison challenged.
Frustrated over the events of the day, with feeling powerless to help Artem, Borysko, and Yana; pissed that the government—a government he’d given his blood, sweat, and tears to—had dared take away three of the most important things in his life; upset that the woman he loved thought he didn’t want her…
MacGyver thrust his hand into her hair and pulled her toward him.
He kissed her. Hard.
Her lips parted in shock, and he took advantage, plunging his tongue inside and aggressively taking possession of her mouth. He wasn’t really aware of what he was doing until he heard her moan. Then he realized her fingers were clutching the material at his chest, and she was leaning into him, giving as good as she got.
What started as a ridiculous attempt to allay some of his frustrations became so much more. His need for her went from one to a thousand in a heartbeat, even as the kiss gentled, becoming more about showing her how much he cared than an act of domination.
They were both panting by the time he reluctantly pulled his head back. His hand was still tangled in her hair, and she was still leaning against him. Her fingers flexed against his chest.
“I don’t want out of this marriage,” he said, unsure what else to say in the charged moment.
“I don’t either,” she whispered.
“Do I need to apologize for that kiss?”
“If you do, I might get violent.”
MacGyver smiled. The day had started out well, went to shit, and now, amazingly, was looking up again. Tex would fix whatever snafu had taken his—their—kids away, and if he was reading the situation right, the woman he’d wanted for months seemed to return some of his feelings.
It was his turn to rest his forehead against hers. “This marriage may not have started out in a conventional way, but I like you, Addy. A lot. Enough that the thought of you leaving makes me feel as if I’m a green SEAL on my first mission. Itchy. Nervous. Panicky.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not leaving,” Addison said quietly.
“Ever?” he blurted. “Sorry, ignore that.”
“Ever,” she agreed. “As far as I’m concerned, this is a real marriage.”
His cock twitched, and since he was plastered against Addison, she had to feel what her words did to him.
She pulled her head back, but otherwise didn’t move away. The smile on her face was shy…and pleased. “I mean, wedohave four kids and are sleeping in the same bed.”
“You think someday you might want to do more than just sleep?” MacGyver couldn’t have stopped the question if his life depended on it.
“Oh yeah.”
The longing in her voice almost had MacGyver throwing her over his shoulder and hauling her to their room right that second. The only thing that stopped him was Remi’s voice coming from the kitchen.
“Addison? There’s something beeping in here!”
“My brownies,” she told MacGyver.
“Go. Don’t let them burn.”
“Okay. Ricky?”
“Yeah, hon?”
