He slides his big palms down to cup my arse cheeks. Sensations zip out from the point of contact.
I lock my knees on either side of his hips, fist my hands in his hair, and crash my mouth against his.
Our teeth clash. Our tongues tangle. Our noses collide. It's messy and desperate and perfect.
I breathe him in. Air and heat, the faint trace of coffee, and something darker, something purely him. Our lips fuse, our boundaries blur, and I'm not sure where I end and he begins. Like I'm dissolving into him. Like we're becoming one. Like we're?—
A sharp whistle cuts through the fog.
I jolt, pulling back.
He does too, his chest heaving.
A couple of cyclists glide past, their wheels hissing in the wet mud. The sound fades.
We stare at each other. Breathing hard. His chest rises and falls in ragged rhythm. Color burns high on his cheekbones. His eyes have turned that impossible shade of aquamarine. The black of his pupils have blown wide, ringed in blue. With his hair wrecked by my hands, he looks more undone than I've ever seen him.
More human.
"You drive me insane." His hands smooth over my clothes, straightening fabric that doesn't need straightening. The gesture is tender. Possessive. Both. "Come home with me."
"Home." The word catches in my throat.
"Our home." His voice drops, roughens. "Where we're together. Wherever you are is where I’ll be. You are my home." He presses his thumb to the base of my throat where my pulse hammers against his skin. "Home is where we can finish what we started."
That sounds perfect. That sounds like what I’ve been waiting my entire life to hear. That sounds like the future I’d hoped to have one day. And that day is today.
"Yes, please."
We makeit to our penthouse in record time. We’re barely inside when he pushes me up against the door and slaps his hands on either side of my head.
"Hey," he whispers.
"Hey," I whisper back.
He smiles into my eyes. His features are a mix of happiness and lust, and excitement and an anticipation, which I feel in mine. We’ve made love before, but this feels like we’re going to be together, all over again, for the first time.
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is so tender, goosebumps pop on my skin. Little fireflies of need sparkle in my bloodstream. I feel luminous. Like he’s seeing me…really seeing me. And worshipping me with his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too."
Loud meows reach us. And purrs. We look down to find Malice winding her way between our legs. She arches her back and pushes her way between the two of us.
"Not now, Malice," he warns.
"Aww. Poor baby, she’s feeling left out."
"And what about me?" he growls.
I reach up on tiptoes and kiss his chin. I whisper sweet kisses up his cheek. He grips me under my arse and boosts me up. I wrap my legs around him and press my lips to the scar over his cheekbone. "You never told me how you got this."
"Do you really want to talk about that now?" He presses into the valley between my thighs.
Through our clothes, I feel the evidence of his desire throb against my already sensitized flesh.
The breath leaves me in a rush.
"Maybe. Later," I gasp.
