26
Kit
The doorto our apartment hadn’t closed behind us when Andy pounced on me, still grasping the handle of his suitcase, nose cold from the chilly night air outside.
His fingers tightened in my hair and his teeth scraped my lower lip, sending a surge of hot arousal rushing through me.
I’d never been so happy to be home in my life.
“Steady on,” I laughed, pushing my suitcase aside to put both of my hands on his waist, cheeks starting to hurt from grinning at him.
“Welcome home,” Andy said, leaning in for another kiss, this one sweeter and with rather less teeth.
The flight back had been an agony of want, even if Andy had caused a scandal on the plane by spending most of it lounging on top of me.
“You think it’d be all right if I stayed, then?” I asked, resting our foreheads together and taking a moment to breathe. Just breathe in the scent of Andy, and our familiar apartment, and all the things I’d come to love about my life.
If I’d felt any sense of regret over what I’d done, it had been obliterated by turning my key in the lock to this place with Andy close enough to me to feel the warmth of his body even through both of our winter layers. Like I had done on so many other cold December nights.
“I’m thinking about tying you to the sofa,” Andy said, grinning up at me. “So you can’t leave.”
“Not the bed?” I raised an eyebrow. “I understand that’s traditional.”
Andy rolled his eyes. “I’m pouring my heart out to you, telling you I don’t ever want you to leave again because I love you, and you’re talking about S and M?”
I chuckled, indulging him in another kiss, slipping my hand under his coat and tugging at his sweater to get my hands on bare skin.
Andy hissed as my fingers made contact.
“Cold,” he complained.
Which only made me laugh harder.
“Never heard you laugh so much in my life,” Andy murmured, kissing me again, humming into my mouth as though he’d never been more content.
Good to know the feeling was mutual.
“I’m afraid I’ll likely keep doing that now,” I said. “I’ve never been this happy.”
“Could you be happier?” Andy asked.
“No,” I said, kissing the tip of his nose as my fingers warmed on his skin.
“Not even if we were both naked?” He glanced up at me under lowered eyelashes, lower lip caught between his teeth.
“Ah. Well. I wouldn’t say no?”
Andy laughed, and I couldn’t help thinking that a lifetime of this would be the best way anyone could possibly live.
He tugged me over to his bedroom and nudged the door open, pulling me in for a kiss as he backed up into it, letting me push him toward the bed as our coats and shoes hit the floor. My jeans were hanging open by the time he dragged me back onto the mattress, doing absolutely nothing to hide how excited I was to be alone with him again.
“Fair warning, work isn’t open again until the second, and you’re gonna be naked from now until then.”
“Even for New Year’s Eve?” I asked.
“Especiallyfor New Year’s Eve,” Andy said. “We’re going to Times Square butt naked.”
I raised an eyebrow.
