I should have known that Kellan wouldn’t be hard to spot. Even without the sign, he stuck out.
I let out a strangled laugh-sob as I rushed over to him. I just couldn’t believe I was finally with him—and I wasn’t leaving this time. Kellan barely had time to drop the sign and catch me as I leapt into his arms. I buried my head in his neck, wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on as tight as I could. His masculine, clean, intoxicating scent hit me as his warm hands caressed my back. My jittery nerves instantly evaporated. I was there. We were together.
I pulled back when I felt low laughter vibrating my chest. Kellan was beaming as he stared up at me. Maybe it was my imagination, but his midnight blue eyes seemed to be even deeper in color, his lashes longer. Even the curve of his amused smile was more sensual than I recalled. I didn’t know it was possible, but he’d become even more attractive in my short absence.
“Miss me?” he murmured, leaning up in a gesture that clearly said, I want to feel your lips.
Grinning, I obliged him. Even his mouth was sweeter, more tender. When his tongue flashed against mine and his hand sneaked down to my backside, I suddenly remembered that we were in a very public place, a place swarming with young, innocent eyes.
Squirming, I broke free from his grasp and set my feet on the ground. He frowned at me; if it was possible, his pout was even more adorable than his smile. “Hey, I was enjoying that.”
“Yeah, I know.” I rested my hand against his stomach, and he reached up to grab my fingers; his frown instantly disappeared. He chuckled and bent down to pick up his welcome sign. I had to resist the urge to run my fingers through his impossibly sexy, shaggy, bed-head hair. When he straightened, I pointed to the ostentatious placard in his hand. “I like your sign.”
He grinned. “I thought you might.”
Reading it again as it dangled by his hip, I frowned. “But, just so you know, I’m not going by Mrs. Kellan Kyle. It’s too old-fashioned.”
Kellan glanced at the poster board by his thigh, then looked back up at me. “What? It’s endearing to take your husband’s full name, isn’t it?” His thumb reached up to brush my wedding ring as he said husband, and the pride he felt at me being his wife was clear on his features.
“It’s sexist, Kellan. I have my own name. I don’t need to assume yours.” I smoothed my hand over the soft, black cotton covering his pecs. To make my point, I traced the scripted letters of my name along the hidden tattoo above his heart. Kellan shuddered and his eyes started to blaze. “Just your last name,” I whispered.
Kellan’s sultry gaze drifted to my mouth. His lips parted, and as I watched, enraptured, he flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, then slowly dragged his teeth along the plump skin. It was distracting, to say the least.
Just as I was wondering how much PDA we could get away with before being carted off by the TSA, a loud voice erupted over the cacophony of the airport din. “Thanks, Kiera! I nearly gave birth trying to get my carry-on down!”
Kellan and I both looked back at my red-faced sister. As she stomped toward us, she huffed at a stray strand of hair that was dangling close to her eye. It was an exaggerated expression that screamed to everyone around her that she was put out. Kellan dropped my hand and took a step toward her. “I guess I should help.”
“Is Griffin here?” I whispered, looking around for the bassist. I was sure he knew Anna was coming with me.
Kellan paused and ran a hand through his hair. “He . . . decided to wait at the house.” He shrugged in apology.
I was irritated at first, but then I let it go. Griffin had never been an attentive boyfriend. Hell, Griffin had never been an actual boyfriend. He was an f-buddy. He’d said so himself. I thought he’d change once he knew Anna was pregnant, maybe grow up a little bit. But, as Kellan was always telling me, Griffin was . . . well, Griffin.
It took a while to get all of the luggage, but eventually we wrangled every piece and made our way to Kellan’s car. The record label was letting him drive one of theirs while the band stayed at the house. It was a shiny silver Audi convertible. Anna openly fawned once she saw it, but I wasn’t too impressed. Kellan looked much better in his solid, sleek Chevelle. Kellan let out a soft sigh as he got behind the wheel, and I could tell he felt the same way about the flashy car.