“Missed you too, baby” I said, finally setting him down but not letting go entirely. “How was the flight?”
“Long. Cramped. The man next to me ate tuna fish.” He wrinkled his nose. “But I’m here now, so I don’t care.” He looked me up and down, his smile turning mischievous. “You wore the shirt.”
“You like this shirt.”
“I love that shirt. It makes your shoulders look incredible.” He grabbed his suitcase handle. “Please tell me my boxes arrived? I’ve been stressed about it all week.”
“They arrived,” I confirmed, taking his suitcase from him. “All forty-seven of them.”
“Forty-eight, actually. One got delayed.” He fell into step beside me as we headed toward the parking garage. “I know it seems like a lot?—”
“It is a lot.”
“—but I promise I’ll organize everything. You won’t even notice after a few days.” He paused. “Okay, you’ll definitely notice, but in a good way. Your house is about to have the best organizational system you’ve ever seen.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “My house is currently a fire hazard. I can barely get to the bedroom.”
Xavier’s eyes gleamed. “Well, we can fuck anywhere, so that’s not a big deal.”
I groaned, palming my half hard cock through my jeans as we walked. Just touching him was enough to set me off. But now that he was talking about sex all I could imagine was bending him over the tailgate of my truck and taking him right there in the parking garage.
“Having a little trouble?” Xavier grinned, pulling my hand away.
“N-No!” I lied. “I’m f-fine!”
Without missing a beat, Xavier reached over and grabbed my cock through my jeans, giving it a squeeze. I looked around quickly, hoping we hadn’t been seen.
“Seems like you’re having some trouble to me.”
“Xavier!”
“What’s wrong, Sheriff?” he said, putting on his best pouty face. “You don’t want my help with this?”
“I… no… I mean, of course I do! But what if someone sees us?”
He just lifted an eyebrow, still slowly stroking me through my jeans. “They won’t see us if we’re in your truck.”
My brain short-circuited somewhere between his hand on my cock and the image of him in my truck. I managed to nod and somehow got my legs working again, leading us through the parking garage in a daze. Every step was torture with how hard I was, and Xavier knew it too, the bastard. He kept brushing against me, his fingers trailing along my arm, my back, anywhere he could reach.
We finally made it to my truck, and I fumbled with the keys like a teenager. Xavier pressed up behind me, his body warm against my back, his breath hot on my neck.
“Need some help, Sheriff?” he murmured, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Get in the backseat,” I growled, finally getting the door unlocked. “Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed into the back of my extended cab while I tossed his suitcase in the bed of the truck. My hands were shaking as I followed him in, pulling the door shut behind me and immediately reaching for him.
Xavier met me halfway, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that matched my own. Three weeks was too damn long. I needed him, needed to feel him, taste him, claim him all over again.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he gasped as I kissed down his neck, my hands already working at the button of his jeans. “Missed you so much.”
“Missed you too, baby,” I breathed against his skin. I pulled back just enough to look at him, taking in those light brown eyes that had been haunting my dreams. “Can’t believe you’re really here.”
“Believe it,” he said, reaching for my belt buckle. “I’m here, I’m yours, and I need you to fuck me right now or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
I groaned, my control snapping completely. I yanked his jeans down his hips, grateful that he’d worn something tight that slid off easily. He wasn’t wearing underwear—of course he wasn’t—and his cock was already hard and leaking.
“You planned this,” I accused, wrapping my hand around him and stroking slowly.
