Missed him like I’d never missed anyone before, and as soon as he opened the door, I abandoned my bag in the hall and rushed him, pushing him back against the wall opposite the door, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face against his, taking in that scent that was all him.
He was back in my arms and he was mine.
I would have thought he’d make a joke about how strange my greeting was, but he only nuzzled my cheek. We held one another for a few more moments. I slid my nose across his face before pulling back to look into those beautiful blue eyes.
There wasn’t a trace of humor in his expression, and his skin was still bruised with the battle wounds he’d sustained during our mission.
“What have you been telling people about your injuries?” I asked, putting my hand against his cheek.
“Ah, you mean when I got wasted and fell outside Sidetrack?” He smiled, but then cringed as I rubbed my thumb across the browning edge of one of his marks.
I pulled my hand away. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Nothing to stop touching me over.”
I chuckled at the playfulness I’d been missing so much in the brief time we’d been apart.
“You were gone too long,” he whispered, and I enjoyed the way his breath felt against my face, the scent of his mouthwash in my nostrils.
“I’m back, though.”
We relaxed in the silence, lost in one another’s gazes, the only fucking place I wanted to be. Well, almost the only place, I thought as my hand trailed down to his ass.
He put his thumb in his mouth, licked the tip, then offered it back to me. I licked the part he licked before taking his thumb into my mouth and sucking gently.
I wanted so much more.
I bit on the end of his thumb, pulling closer to him.
God, I could just let it all go.
Kiss him, for Christ’s sake. It was just a fucking kiss.
The easiest thing in the goddamn world for everyone else—the first thing they did, as Ty had noted.
“I’m gonna get my things from outside,” I said. “And then I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Okay, get your things, and then I’ll let you fuck me.”
The feral passion that lingered between us assured me neither of us was kidding around. Just hungry for all we’d been deprived of.
I tore myself away from him and went outside to grab my bag, abandoned in my haste to have my arms around him. I rolled it in and shut the door.
We pulled and tugged at each other’s clothes, removing them in a fun game as we made our way to the bedroom.
“Your roots… Glad to see your natural color’s coming back.”
“I thought you said I looked good like this.”
“I said you’d look good with whatever hair color you had, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love that dirty-blond look with that sexy face. And the way you’re blushing right now because I said it.”
I missed the way his cheeks pinkened. I missed the way he batted his eyes at me. I hadn’t known what it was like to miss another person until I missed him.
I unfastened his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. He kicked out of his shoes, and I pulled his pants off.
“All the parts I’ve missed,” I said, scooping him up and tossing him onto the bed.
Already out of my shirt and pants, I pulled off my boxers before climbing onto the bed and hurrying to him once again. His expression was full of uncertainty, curiosity, eagerness. I bit at his neck, then ran my teeth up to behind his ear, where I kissed gently.
