When she finally pulled away from me, still in my arms, her face was void of makeup, and it took my fucking breath away. Her cheeks were flushed from crying, and her lips plump.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Spencer. I just couldn’t do it anymore,” she cried as her bloodshot eyes stayed locked onto mine.
A wave of sharp pain ran through my stomach. Her words could mean anything. What couldn’t she do anymore?
My mind hopped back on the spiral ride it went on earlier, taking me to the worst of places.
“What can’t you do anymore?” I choked up the courage to ask.
“I have so much to tell you, but the first thing I need you to know is that I can’t be away from you another day, Spence.”
A wave of relief washed over me, and a tear rolled down my cheek, fully unable to hold back anymore.
When her finger brushed along my cheekbone, wiping it away, another followed.
She couldn’t be away from me anymore.
That statement alone let me in on everything I needed to know. Sure, she had a lot to tell me, and I had enough questions to fill the time of our next twelve dates. But right now, I needed her. I needed to get lost in her. With all the words lodged in my throat and no idea where to begin, I had to show her just how much I missed her. How much my love only grew for her while she was away.
With one arm wrapped securely around her body, the other fed up the back of her shirt, filling my palm with the back of her neck.
She shivered in my arms as my fingers ran along the base of her spine, and by the way her eyes looked into mine, unwilling to look away, I knew she felt the same way.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of this moment since the last time I saw you,” I whispered, my forehead meeting hers.
“And what moment is that?”
Her hands roamed along the coarseness of my beard, grown out longer than normal from the days I hadn’t been in the mood to take care of myself.
“The moment I got to feel you in my arms and kiss you again,” I breathed mere centimeters from her lips.
“Then what are you waiting for, Daddy? Are you going to kiss me, or not?” she said with a sass in her attitude that I’d felt lost without.
Picking up right where we’d left off, as if we put the past weeks on hold, my lips collided with hers, refusing to waste another second. The sweet taste of her tongue sucked me in, and I was completely gone for her.
Our tongues were tied, battling for control between each hurried kiss. Her fingers pulled my hair as if she was scared I might let go of her. And I welcomed every minute of the pain.
I thrived off the pain.
Feeling her physically in my arms, touching me, grabbing onto me for dear life, was the awakening my body begged for every night when I fell asleep without her near me.
“I missed you so much, Spencer.” Avery pulled back just long enough to whimper before her lips were back on mine.
“I missed you too, baby,” I whispered roughly as I moved along her jaw.
I tore our kiss apart so that when my lips trailed down her neck, I could take in every sweet sound she’d make.
“I missed this,” I added, my lips brushing along her collar bone. “I missed hearing you moan my name.”
I stepped forward, propping her against the wall before sliding my tongue along her neck, all the way up to her ear.
“Yes, Spence,” she dragged out my name in a hiss.
“I missed the way you call me Daddy when you’re coming so hard you can’t think straight,” I groaned, pulling her earlobe between my teeth.
“Fuck. I need you, Daddy,” she panted between breaths.
Avery ripped me away from her neck and slammed her lips against mine. Her teeth tugged along my lower lip, piercing me with need. Her eagerness pulled a desperate grunt out of me that brought my cock to life.
