Her breathing turned shaky. “I do.”
“Good.”
Her quiet moan hit my ear, and I cursed under my breath.
“You have no idea what that’s doing to me right now.”
“Then hurry up and come home,” she whined.
“Say less. Tomorrow, I’ll be right there and you better be ready.”
“For what?”
“For everything I’m thinking about doing to you right now.”
“Ocean,” she whimpered.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Don’t stop talking.”
I smiled. “Now come on. Let go for me.”
Her breath broke into a soft cry.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “That’s it.”
We stayed quiet after, just breathing.
“I can’t wait until you’re back here,” she said sleepily.
“One more day.”
29
SKYE
I’d been pacing the condo for the last thirty minutes, trying to act like I wasn’t waiting on Ocean. But I was.
I’d cleaned, lit candles, and sprayed perfume on my sheets.
The red lace set I had on was soft, thin, and dangerous. The kind of thing you wore when you planned to make somebody forget how to breathe.
By the time I heard the lock click, my stomach flipped. I didn’t even give myself time to think. I just turned toward the door.
He stepped inside, black duffel bag in one hand, his eyes locking on me instantly. The look he gave me made my knees weak.
“Damn,” he whispered.
That one word was all it took. My whole body went warm.
“Hi,” I said, trying to play it cool.
He dropped the bag right by the door, shut it behind him, and walked straight toward me. “You trying to kill me or what?”
I laughed, a little nervous, but that didn’t stop me from stepping closer. “You said you were coming home. I just made sure I gave you something to come home to.”
Before I could blink, he had me against the wall, his mouth on mine like he’d been starving for days. His kiss was hard, deep, the kind that erased everything but the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.
