Crush (Crash #3)(23)

"Two nights is a while for a girl," I said, not able to take my eyes off the little boy gaping at Jude. No matter where we went, Jude got a lot of gaping. The little boys who stared were amusing; I only tolerated the batting-eyed females because I couldn't take out the world's female population singlehandedly. "Besides, I've got a present in there for you that took up at least half the space." 

"Present?" His eyes sparkled. "A 'just because' one?"

"Aren't those the best kind?" I said, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the airport store. I had an idea.

"I got you a present, too," he said proudly as I scanned the store.

"A 'just because' present?" I asked as I found what I was looking for. Tugging on his hand, I beelined for it.

"Aren't those the best kind?" he said.

"Yes, they are," I said, grabbing the turquoise-and-yellow football before heading to the cashier.

"Luce, I can get you one of those for free," he said, sounding confused. "An official one with the whole team's autographs if you want."

The cashier rang me up, and, before I could hand her the cash, Jude slipped a shiny black card into her hand. "I got it," he said.

It's all right. No biggie, I had to tell myself. He's just paying for a football.

I thanked the cashier, then sifted through my purse until I found a pen. Handing him the pen, I held the football in place. "I just want one autograph."

He did that half smile, half smirk of his that was by far the sexiest expression in the whole damn world, before signing his name just to the right of the laces.

"I feel like my number-one fan should get something better than an airport football," he said, following after me as I headed back to the baggage carousel.

"Oh, believe me," I called back, "your number-one fan will be demanding you give her something better later tonight."

He chuckled, that low-timbered one of his. "I live to serve."

Pushing the thoughts aside that were making my whole body tingle, I walked toward the little boy who was still gawking at Jude. The kid wasn't even blinking.

I knelt beside him, holding the ball out for him. "You look like a fan of Jude Ryder's," I said, grinning as the boy's eyes widened another notch when he saw the signature.

"His biggest fan," the boy said, his voice high and excited.

"You and me both, kiddo," I said, motioning at the ball when he stayed frozen.

When he finally grabbed the ball, his face lit up like only a child's could. It was amazing how a signature of the guy I loved could make a person's day. It was heavy stuff, and something I wasn't sure I was ready to process yet. Jude had been a big deal back at Syracuse, of course, but now playing for the NFL would mean a whole new level of fame.

I winked at the boy before standing up.

"Thank you," he called out as I headed back to where Jude stood a way back with my bags.

I waved at the boy as he rushed off to his parents and stuck the ball in their faces.

"I know you don't want it going public, but you're quite possibly the sweetest person out there," Jude said, his voice and eyes soft.

I grimaced with exaggeration over sweet.

"I think you just made that little guy's year," he said, wrangling my duffel over one arm and grabbing my hand with his other. "A beautiful stranger picking him out in a crowd. That's one he's going to be telling his buddies ten years from now."

"That boy had eyes for nothing but you and that football," I teased as we headed for the parking garage.

"I would have come over and said hi, but the little guy looked close to hyperventilating as it was."

"Yeah, I think it's a good thing you stayed back." I laughed. "I'm certain his heart couldn't have taken it if you'd said something to him."



       
         
       
        

Fishing keys from his pocket, Jude came to an abrupt stop in front of a lifted black truck. "And I'm certain my heart can't take it if I don't kiss you," he said, resting a hand on my hip. "Right here. Right now." He stepped closer, until I could feel his body against mine. "And, Luce? I want you to kiss me until I'm weak in the knees."

That melting sensation I got whenever he looked at me the way he was now started to spread from my stomach. Lacing my fingers behind his neck, I popped up onto my tiptoes. "I live to serve," I whispered, quoting him from earlier, before pressing my lips to his.

This wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a sweet or shy kiss either. This was the kind of kiss you gave when you knew death was moments away. This was the kind of kiss you could feel in every part of you, and the kind of kiss that was dangerously close to making me combust right here in the airport parking garage. Fully clothed and all.