What’s a few more days?
Me
Until you’re back!
Cam
Back where?
Me
Back in your bed
Cam
Will you be in my bed when I come home again?
This time, sans flying vibrator
Me
But he’s already charged and ready for an encore
Cam
I’ll take one ticket to that performance, please
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Cameron
Two weeksaway from Joey felt like a lifetime. And the video chats were nothing more than a tease. I was set to leave Austin this evening, but I managed to hop on an earlier flight.
Maybe I should have given her a heads-up about my early arrival, but it’s too late now. I’m already in the elevator and on my way up. Will she consider this a good surprise? Or will she be annoyed? To be honest, I didn’t want to give her an opportunity to run. Catching her this way means she hopefully hasn’t had time to pack up and return to her apartment.
According to Hector, she left this morning, but she returned shortly thereafter with a bag of groceries and hasn’t come downstairs since.
Inside my apartment, I kick my shoes off and hang my keys. Ezra’s hook is empty, signaling that he must be out. The faint scent of chocolate floats in the air and the sound of clanging echoes in the otherwise quiet space, followed by a “Motherfuckershitdammit.”
“Joey?” I call, abandoning my bags in the hall. In the kitchen,I find the beautiful brunette with more flour on her face and countertops than in the bowl off to the side.
“Whatcha doing?” I peer at the ingredients strewn about. “Are you making cookies?”
“I was trying to!” she huffs, causing her hair to float around her face.
I bite back a smile. Now doesn’t seem like the appropriate time to tell her how adorable she looks. She’s dressed in tiny sleep shorts and one of my old white university T-shirts, which she’s cinched at her navel. Figuring I’ll help, I sidle up next to her at the sink, where she’s washing a bowl, and brush my hands with hers beneath the water.
I dry my hands on a towel sprinkled with flour, then tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and cup her cheek, anchoring her.
“Hi,” she whispers, her eyes softening and her shoulders relaxing.
“Hi.”
It’s been two weeks since I kissed this gorgeous woman, and there’s no way I can wait a second longer. With one hand cupping the back of her neck, I drop the other to her lower back. Regardless of how desperate I am, though, I pause an inch away and ask, “Can I kiss you?”
In answer, she loops her arms around my waist, rises on tiptoe, and parts my lips with her tongue. Her kiss sends a wild swirl straight to my core. For several moments, we make up for lost time. Our tongues tangle and breaths mingle while I explore the velvety flesh beneath her shirt.
Pulling away to catch my breath, I bury my face in her neck and press more kisses into the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat. I want to devour her softness.
