Then I glance down and notice my Harley boots left dirt on the white marble that runs throughout the house. “Sorry,” I mutter, like I’m the fucking help who came in through the wrong door.
Kerri shrugs a shoulder. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll clean it later.” Still, I feel like a slob. But we’ve made it to the kitchen, and it’s about the size of my entire house. Okay, I’m exaggerating. But still. It’s huge. “It might not be the Death Star, but I hope you can make this home for a few days.”
I can’t make this home for a few minutes.
Yes, I can. For Kerri.
“It’ll do,” I tease, making a muck of my pathetic attempt at a smile.
She gestures to the refrigerator. At least I think that’s what it is, because it blends in with the rest of the white cabinetry. “Thirsty? Hungry? I can make you anything—”
“Stop,” I interrupt her. She stares at the ground while worrying her hands, a sure sign she’s nervous. I stalk over to her and grab them before she rubs the skin clean off the bones. “Kerri, stop. This is me here.”
She looks at me from beneath those ridiculously long and thick eyelashes. “The way you left me at your house…I thought…”
I tuck a finger under her chin and lift her head. Her eyes are wide and sad and so fucking blue I want to dive in them and drown. “It was a dick move. I shouldn’t have dipped out like that.”
She shakes her head. “It’s fine.” Kerri’s broken whisper stings worse than if she’d slapped me across the face. “I hated Mayhem, so I understand.”
“It’s not the same,” I growl.
Our fingers intertwine, and because I’m a fucking animal, I twist her arms and force them behind her back. Right here in her immaculate kitchen. Soil it when I demolish the minuscule space that separated us. I swallow her gasp when I crush my lips on hers. Steal her breath. Relish the way she presses her breasts against my chest. And when her jaw opens on that gasp, I violate her mouth. Take what’s mine as I walk her backward until she hits the refrigerator.
Each breath I take is quick. Labored. Kerri’s floral scent consumes me. I pin her with my hips. Grind my hard and aching cock against her heat. I need her again because…
Because.
Because I fucking missed her.
Seven days without Kerri was a week too long.
I need my tongue on the rest of her body.
Need her taste in my mouth.
Her body in my hands.
I need her to feel clean.
Take my communion between her thighs.
Christ.
If hell exists, there’s a corner reserved just for me.
But it’ll be worth it.
I release Kerri’s hands and she slips them around my waist. She hugs me. Hugs me to her like I’m the most special thing in her entire world. Splays her fingers on my back. Hoops her leg around mine. Whisper-moans into my mouth, and I swear to God, I can taste her words.
Her hush reminds me we’re probably not alone in this enormous house.
I smooth a hand through her hair as I reluctantly pull away from her. Kerri’s leg drops and her arms land at her sides. Her expression is adorably dazed. She’s quick to recover, though, and clears her throat. Sucks in a deep, fortifying breath and notches her chin.
“That was unexpected,” she says.
I shrug one shoulder. “Me being here proves I don’t do the expected.”
She takes a step away, and it takes everything I have not to yank her back against me. “Thank you. Seriously. Thank you.”
