I realized I was standing in the doorway. “Let me get those,” I said, passing her the coffee back so I could get her bags.
“Are you here for good? Have you finished work?” I asked as I pulled the two concrete laden suitcases into the apartment.
“Yes, I finished yesterday. Paul told me on Tuesday. It’s been killing me not telling you, but I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“I can’t think of a better one. But I wish I’d known. I could have planned something.”
“Like what? A ‘Welcome to New York’ banner?”
I raised my eyebrow at her and hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her into the bedroom as she squealed. I threw her back onto the bed and pinned her arms to the bed.
“I’ve missed you,” I said looking at her.
“I’ve not been gone a week.”
“I’ve still missed you. I’m sorry I was grouchy when you left..” It was all fine now. I hadn’t quite got up the nerve to take the ring back. Maybe I’d send Rory. But I understood now that her marrying me wouldn’t change her commitment to me and our life together.
“I’m glad,” she said. “Can we take a shower? I feel yucky after the flight.”
I bent down and placed soft kisses along the seam of her lips, from one end to the other. Before I’d quite finished, she opened her mouth and our tongues crashed together.
I pulled away from her and off the bed. “Get in that shower. I have one more email to send and I’ll see you in there in two minutes.
I charged into the study and re-read the email that I’d been drafting before I got the call from Anna. I made two small changes and then sent it off, racing back to the shower, hoping to find Anna naked and wet in all senses of the word.
“Get in here,” she called from the cubicle. “My boobs are super dirty.”
I grinned and pulled off my t-shirt and pants.
“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” I said as I stepped into the shower and ran my eyes up her body.
Her hands slipped around my neck, “I want a little less conversation and a little more action,” she said as she grinned at me.
“I warned you about the quoting Elvis thing, Miss Anna,” I said as I backed her against the wall of the shower and dipped my fingers between her legs.
“Ethan,” she cried as I started to circle her clit with my fingers with the exact amount of pressure that I knew drove her wild. Her hand found my cock and her eyes slid down between our bodies. “I want you inside me, Ethan.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I cupped her ass and lifted her against the wall and shoved myself right into her.
“Fuck,” she screamed and her fingernails dug deep into my flesh. “I forgot. Even though it’s been less than a week, I forgot how big you are.”
Jesus, she knew just the right thing to say and I twitched inside her. She squeezed in response.
“Are you ready to be fucked so hard, beautiful?” I pulled out and her mouth formed a perfect “O” and then I slammed into her, pushing her farther up the tile. Her heels digging into my ass, urging me farther, deeper into her.
“Faster, Ethan. I need you.”
I was lost from that moment. The sounds of the water sloshing between us, our skin slapping together, her breathless cries were all muted by the blood rushing through my ears as I fucked her relentlessly.
She pushed her hands through my hair as my mouth attached to her breast and I bit down hard. As my teeth sank into her flesh, she began to come apart underneath me, silently, breathlessly. I felt so powerful, being able to do that to her body, and do it so quickly. The thought pushed me over the edge and I emptied myself into her.
“You make it so good baby,” she said, sounding sated and fatigued as she pulled her legs from around my waist.
“You sit while I wash your hair,” I offered.
She sat on the shower bench and grinned at me as I shampooed and conditioned her hair and then took a sponge and rubbed her whole body from her neck to her toes in small circles.
“Can you do that every morning before work, Mr. Scott?”
