Chapter 21
Sienna
As I wait in the airport terminal, I keep checking the flight board. It says Andy landed over ten minutes ago, so, where is he? There’s a gray-haired couple, a family with five kids, and the flight crew but no sign of a gorgeous man in a suit.
Suddenly, his handsome head appears, neck twisting as he searches the area for me.
“Andy! Over here.” I wave wildly.
When our gazes connect, he grins, and jogs while I make a mad dash. At the barriers he drops his bag and I jump into his arms. Warm, demanding lips meet mine as he lifts me off the floor and twirls me in a tight embrace.
If this is a dream, I hope I’ll never wake up. Last night, we talked until the stewardess insisted he hang up. Then, I slept for a few hours, the first solid shuteye I’ve had in days.
With his hand in my hair, we kiss until someone walks by and says, ‘Get a room, you two.”
“Damn, you taste good.” The boyish grin makes my stomach do flipflops and my clit swells.
Tugging his earlobe to my lips, I whisper, “I’m dying to have you inside me.”
“Let’s go.” He throws his bag over his shoulder, grabs my hand, and with long strides rushes to the escalator. “Where to?”
“My place.” I have to run to keep pace and outside, his hand slips to the center of my back.
We kiss at the stoplight, halfway across the lot, and again at his mom’s truck.
“You keep this up, I won’t be able to drive.” My hands reach around his waist as he presses his hard need into my abs.
“Mmm. Damn, I want you. Don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.” He nibbles my lower lip one last time before helping me into the driver’s seat.
His mom’s Chevy rattles above sixty, otherwise my foot would’ve been a lot heavier getting to my place, especially with his palm riding up my leg.
I’m desperate by the time I pull into my parking spot, jump down, and point to my curtained window over a body shop. “This is it, home sweet home. Stairs are in the back.”
Reminding me of one hot night under the stars, he pins me against the truck, legs on either side of mine, palms at my cheeks. Heat rises above the boiling point when our lips meld. With my butt against the warm radiator, I wrap my legs around his waist.
I’m on fire.
His tongue presses through my lips and we might’ve made love right outside on the street if a bunch of teen boys hadn’t opened their windows and hooted.
“Holy fuck.” With face flushed above his light beard, he tugs me across the street.
At the top of the stairs, his hand cups my butt and we kiss some more. When we come up for air, my quivering fingers try to place the key in the hole. Finally, the door shoots open, he ducks under the frame, and pulls me inside.
My shirt rips as it flies over my head. He presses me against my door. his lower half gyrating into me with a groan. Craving more skin, I unbutton his shirt, unbuckle his belt, and unsnap his pants. More slowly, I work the zipper over his huge bulge while he struggles with the buttons at his cuffs. Once his shirt falls to the floor, he grabs me under my butt, carries me across the room, and drops me on my twin bed.
I kick off my boots and shimmy out of my jeans while he does the same, our eyes glued to each other. My gaze slips down to his thick member, straining toward me, and my legs open of their own accord.
“Ah, Sienna. You’re so damned beautiful. I’ve dreamed of this every night we were apart.” He kneels in front of my bed, his hands slip under my knees, and he lifts.
With his palms sliding up and down my legs, I arch for more, liquid pooling at my core. His touch moves up my calves, my thighs, fingers almost to where I crave him most.
“Andy, I can’t breathe.” I gasp when his breath warms my over-sensitive clit.
“Fuck, so damn beautiful.” Wet kisses follow and his prickly beard rasps against my inner leg. Then, his whole mouth surrounds my lady-lips and his tongue laves the swollen area.
I’m so worked up, my heels dig into the bed, my muscles clench, and I fist the sheet. Holy crap, I’m going to cum.
He hisses, one finger presses into me and curls into that spot that…
