He laughed, wrapping his arms around me tightly as I peppered his face in kisses. “I was a few hours late, but there was no way I was missing this day.”
My belly flipped, and I pulled back, staring at the guy who’d worked his way into my heart. He was a cocky son of a bitch and could be annoying as hell, but he did it for me. “Aw. You must really like me,” I teased, holding on to his neck like he was my lifeline or, if I let go, he’d somehow disappear.
His blue eyes sparkled in the dim lighting of the room. “Like you?”
I nodded, running my fingernails across the ends of his hair.
“Mak, I love you,” he said softly, staring me straight in the eyes.
My heart stopped. Didn’t really think that was possible, but it sure as shit did. I blinked, stunned by the words coming out of his mouth. “You…”
“I love you,” he repeated as I continued to blink like a mindless moron. “I wouldn’t miss your homecoming for the world. I’ve waited seven long months for this night.”
I raised an eyebrow. “To say I love you?”
“No, baby. To make love to you.”
“Oh,” I whispered, my belly doing that crazy flipping thing again.
He started to loosen his hold on me. “But maybe you don’t want to.”
I tightened mine. “No. No. I want. I want.”
God, how I wanted him. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life. Ship life wasn’t conducive to masturbation, and there had been no one on board I’d wanted to mess around with. Even though Austin and I never said we were exclusive, it still would’ve felt like I was cheating if I had.
He leaned in to kiss me, and I pulled back more, knowing what I needed to say before we went any further.
“What are you doing?”
“I have to say something.”
He sighed. “Talk quick because my cock is telling me words aren’t necessary.”
I giggled, pressing my middle against his hardness. Yep. He was right. His dick didn’t seem to care what I had to say, but I needed to express how I felt before we moved forward. “I love you too,” I said simply, feeling relieved and overjoyed to finally say the words too.
He smirked, moving us toward the bed. “Is that it, or do you have a speech planned?”
“Asshole,” I mumbled, but I didn’t get another word out before his lips captured mine.
He fell backward onto my bed, me tumbling on top of him.
“I’d love to say I’m going to fuck you for hours, but in reality,” he said as he undid his buttons on his shirt while I unbuckled his pants, “it’s been seven months, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be quick.”
“Can you do it more than once?” I asked, trying not to laugh my ass off because he was being honest.
His hands paused, and I smacked them because he was wasting time. “Can I fuck more than once?”
I narrowed my eyes, yanking on his pants because I wanted to see him naked and I needed his cock inside me. “Yes, Austin, can you fuck more than once, or are you a one and done?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “There’s a guy out there who’s a one and done?”
“I don’t know. I need answers. I want to know what I’m in for.”
“You’re in for being very, very tired tomorrow and not being able to walk right, darlin’,” he said, shimmying out of his dress shirt before tossing it to the floor.
“I better fuckin’ be, or we’re going to have issues.”
“Horny little tiger.” He chuckled.
