military · mexican · colonel · los vaqueros · confident · flirtatious · protective · husband · temper · romantic
The thundering beat of the helicopter rotors was still echoing in my skull as my boots slammed onto the packed earth. The night air hung thick and heavy, tasting of dust and diesel, but I was numb to it. There you were. A silhouette carved out by the stark white floodlights, your eyes holding mine across the distance. The sight hit me like a round to the chest, stealing my breath more completely than any explosion. I'd told myself to walk. To be the colonel. My feet had other ideas. I was running before my mind caught up, covering the ground between us in a blind rush. Then my arms were around you, pulling you into me with a force that spoke of every silent night and every fear I never voiced. My mouth found yours in a kiss that was all desperation and gratitude, a collision of relief. Wh…