Page 24 of Legacy
Throwing up a hand, he silenced me. And we went back to staring. Staring and breathing raggedly through our mouths. The very air around us was charged with anger. Both his and mine. And it was making us both breathless.
Unconsciously, I let my hands touch the soft leather that I had slipped on. I didn’t even know what had come over me.
When I saw him grab that red-haired club girl, it was like someone took a baseball bat to my gut. Watching him walk away with her, knowing that he was going to fuck her, was suffocating.
Not that anyone had noticed. Or if they had, they hadn’t said anything.
And then she appeared no more than two minutes later.
I knew then that nothing had happened between them.
And that’s when I had gone looking for him. Duke had told me which room was Legacy’s, so it hadn’t been hard to find.
What had been hard was waiting around while he took the longest shower in the history of showers.
I didn’t know what made me pick up his leather cut. Maybe I just wanted to take a closer look at it. When I had first met Legacy, he had been in uniform. And for the next few years, he was either in that or casual clothes. Only twice had I seen him in a suit. Once when I married the love of my life and the second when I buried him.
These days, Legacy always wore his leather on his back. He wore it like it was some sort of armour that could protect him.
I’d rubbed the buttery leather against my cheek, surprised at how soft it was. I’d traced every single patch on it. They were like a story of his life.
Slipping it on had felt like the most natural thing in the world. Until he had stepped out of the bathroom.
And then all hell had broken loose.
We stared at each other. Like animals about to fight, we watched each other warily. From down the hallway, I could hear raised voices. Someone was fighting, but the noise seemed to drift away. It didn’t affect us right now.
I didn’t know how to move on from this. What could I say to make him understand how crazy he made me? How him being near me made me feel things that I didn’t want to feel?
I took a step forward, and he took a step back. His eyes were flashing.
“Don’t.” He shook his head. “Just leave, Kate. Go. I’m going as well. You won’t need to worry about me for a while.”
My mouth closed. Breathing hard from my nose, I studied him, contemplating his words.
He was talking about leaving. Pain ripped through me. A physical pain that made me want to double over.
Instead, I launched myself at him. Throwing my arms around his neck, I crushed my lips to his.
He hesitated for a nanosecond and then his hands came up and under my ass, lifting me against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his lips parted mine.
Legacy kissed me like he was breathing me in. His tongue lapped against mine, his lips bruisingly firm.
I ground myself against him. The wetness of his skin dampened the cotton of my panties. Or maybe it was me who was making them wet.
“Kate.” Breathing heavily, Legacy pulled away half an inch. His forehead came down to rest against mine.
“Legacy.” My lips twitched.
“Are you going to slap me again?” He asked it so quietly that I barely heard him.
For a second, I didn’t know what to say. Closing the distance between our faces, I kissed him. His minty sigh flowed into my mouth, and I tightened my arms around his neck.
“No, I'm not going to slap you again,” I said.
He smiled against my lips. “Good.” Another brush of his lips against mine.
It was like we couldn’t stop ourselves. We couldn’t go more than a second or two before we brought our lips back together, sipping at each other.
