the last three days tying herself into knots because we’d been a thousand miles apart?
I shucked my suit jacket and tossed it over the back of her couch as I made a beeline for the kitchen. She met me halfway, wearing pajama bottoms, a Reaper hoodie, and a huge grin.
No one had ever looked so good.
She flew into my arms, and just like that, I could breathe again. My chest loosened and my dick went hard.
“Fuck, I missed you, baby,” I muttered into her hair, holding her off the ground in a tight embrace. It wasn’t just the sex with her—though that was pretty damned phenomenal. She had a way of cutting through the bullshit and seeing me. I didn’t have to fake it with her, and even trying to impress her was pointless. She’d been around it all.
She was completely, openly honest with me, and I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I missed you,” she murmured in my neck, breathing deep. “I watched the game, though. You had some spectacular saves.”
“I hate when you don’t travel with us.” I adjusted my grip, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Everywhere she touched warmed, sending a jolt of need sprinting down my spine.
“Me, too, but there are two coordinators for now.” She ran her fingers through my hair, eliciting a low groan from me.
“For now. It’ll be you. I know it.” My stomach…or maybe it was my heart, couldn’t even fathom any other result. Not just because I wouldn’t see her, but because it was all she wanted.
And it was the entire reason I couldn’t so much as touch her in public.
“I think you got better looking while you were gone,” she whispered, then kissed me softly.
After being away from her for days, the contact sent me over the edge. I walked forward, bracing her weight on the wall, then kissed exactly how I’d wanted to while I was gone. Deep strokes. Light flicks. I used my tongue like a branding iron to claim her as mine and didn’t let up until she was arching against me, her breaths unsteady and her eyes glazed.
“Jansen,” she whimpered, tugging my head back to hers.
I leaned into her, grinding my hard cock against her hot center as I lost my head in the kiss. Nothing existed beyond this wall and this woman. Nothing that mattered, anyway.
She tugged at my tie, and I broke our kiss long enough for her to slip it over my head. Her tank top went next. Her bra was pale blue and cupped her breasts like a lover. I had it off with a snap of my fingers behind her back.
Getting my shirt off took a hot minute since I wouldn’t stop kissing her long enough to help out. Her lips were so fucking sweet, and I couldn’t help but suck her tongue into my mouth.
She moaned, licking the line just behind my teeth as she shoved my shirt off my shoulders. Then her hands were on my skin, stroking my arms, my chest, my back with feather-light touches that felt like little flutters of painless flame.
“I need you,” I growled against her mouth, my hands already working at her shorts.
“Good, because I’m going to die if you don’t get inside me.” She unhooked her legs, and I hit my knees, dragging the little silk shorts and her underwear down the length of her legs at the same time.
She was completely, utterly bare.
My gaze flew to hers as my cock threatened to shred my pants to get at her.
“Surprise,” she said with a grin. “I got waxed.”
“I see that.” Holy fucking shit, I was going to devour all that silky skin. My hands gripped her thighs.
She tugged her lower lip between her teeth. “You like?”
I answered her with my mouth, diving into her pussy like a starving man, spreading her thighs wide with my hands and spearing my tongue into her.
“Jansen!” she shouted, falling back against the wall.
I licked her from opening to clit, then tongue fucked her.
Her knees buckled.
I shifted my grip and supported her, keeping her right where she was as I ate her. She was more succulent than a peach, and I groaned at the taste of her on my tongue, sliding down the back of my throat. Her cries came faster, and I knew she was close, so sucked her clit and dragged my tongue over the bud.
She came. Hard.
Was I ever going to tire of hearing my name on her lips? Nope. Never.
“You taste