Iggy laughed against my mouth, grinding against me. “You’reobsessed.”
“I’ve missed your butt,” I said, giving it a firm squeeze with both hands. “It’s a really good butt.”
“I missed your smile,” Iggy said, reaching out to brush his thumb over my lips.
“Well now I feel like I’ve cheapened a romantic moment,” I joked.
This wasn’t going to be our only romantic moment. Iggy was a romantic in his soul, and I was already planning dozens of ways to give him as much romance as he could handle.
Iggy grinned. “I missed your mouth, too,” he said.
“You’ve got it,” I promised. “All of me is all yours, and you can do whatever you want with me.”
Iggy’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.
I pecked his lips and then grabbed his hand.
“Race you to bed?”
Iggy’s laughter rang out and filled the woods as we both ran for the cabin, hands clasped tightly around each other, crashing into the front door as Iggy fumbled for his keys.
“Wait,” I said as he got them out. “Let me?”
Iggy looked up at me, bit his lip, and then nodded.
My paw-print key slid into the lock and opened it without a hitch.
I was home.
No key card, no motel keychain, no calling ahead of time so someone could let me in.
Justhome.
Iggy laughed as he pounced on me, Theo bouncing in circles around us, winding his leash around our legs.
“He missed you,” Iggy laughed into my mouth. “Almost as much as I did.”
“You won’t have to miss me ever again,” I promised, teeth scraping Iggy’s lower lip.
I’d missed him, too.
Iggy dropped Theo’s leash, letting him run off with it still attached, backing me up toward the bedroom once we were free.
The mattress bounced under us, squeaking under the weight of two people.
It’d just have to get used to that.
“This is my favorite place for you to be,” Iggy murmured, one hand already pushing up under my sweater.
Shoes hit the floorboards, zippers opened, pants tangled around our legs as we tried to kick them off, rolling from one side of the mattress to the other, laughing the entire time.
I still hadn’t gotten enough of Iggy, and I wasn’t sure I ever would.
“Is that a squirrel in your underwear?” Iggy asked, sitting on my hips to pin me down. “Or are you just happy to see me?”
“You’d sure as hell know about it if it was a squirrel.” I grinned at him, so happy to be here that I’d let him tease me all day and smile all the way through it.
I loved Iggy teasing me.
