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She blinks at me like she can’t translate the words spilling from my mouth. “You—you drove? Your mom’s been worried sick. She feels so guilty that she got one of the last flights out before they started cancelling everything. She cried to my mom on the phone because you were stuck at the airport for Christmas. You need to go home and see her.”
I cover her mouth with my hand to stop the avalanche of word vomit. “I’m a big boy, Evie. Mom knows I’m safe, and that I made it to Ironville. She’s also aware there’s another woman in my life, and she has to share me now. But if you want me to go, I will.”
No sooner do I release her and turn to leave with my heart on the floor than she fists my shirt in her little hands with surprising force.
“Are you crazy? You just got here!” With that, she pulls me to her lips and kisses me with the sort of welcome home I’d been expecting.
It’s been a week since I last breathed her in, felt her body against my own, and didn’t wonder what she was doing at any given moment. Knowing there’s no one around to interrupt, what starts as nothing more than a kiss quickly turns heated.
She threads her fingers through my hair to keep me locked against her as I hoist her onto the counter in an effort to close the height gap. With that hurdle out of the way, my hands roam anywhere and everywhere. She wraps her legs around my waist, crossing her ankles like I might ever try to escape.
I could die right here, right now a very happy man.
“I missed you so much,” she whispers as her lips carve a path of heat down my neck. “You were amazing at the game. As much as I hated not being there, watching you on national television was so cool.”
“Mmhmm,” I mumble. I’m too busy kissing my girl to make conversation.
“Tell me everything. I want to hear about all the stuff I missed.”
Her teeth latch onto my earlobe, and I’m a goner.
Words are not happening. I’m barely able to stay upright.
Using Evie as my anchor, I let the week of stress, endorphins, exhaustion, and everything else go, so I can feast on her and recharge my batteries. The kitchen of her family’s home might not be the smartest spot, but I’ll blame that on sleep deprivation if I need to.
My brain focuses on one goal and one goal alone.
Pulling her flush against me, I wrap my hands around her hips and hope to hell I can pull off one last Christmas miracle.
“Rob,” she pants as she finds the rhythm I’ve been waiting for.
Still no words form in my brain, only sensation. A heady but seemingly incompatible combination of lightning and calm zing through my veins, obliterating everything else except the tiny speck of knowledge this will have to be enough to last for a whole week until we get back to State after break.
That, and the incessant prayer for Evie’s family to not walk through the door and catch us.
I’m all too aware that somewhere upstairs is a shotgun with my name on it if I do anything YiaYia doesn’t like.
She definitely wouldn’t like this.
Evie’s basically riding me like a cowgirl, perched on the edge of the kitchen counter and panting against my neck in time with my thrusts against her that I can’t hold back.
It’s been too long, she feels too good, and we’ve earned this Merry Christmas a few times over, dammit.
She tastes like cookies as my tongue works over her mouth, swallowing down every moan and whimper that pull me a little closer to the finish line.
Just as she shudders against me, a sure sign she’s close, my hand slips from its position on the counter only to plunge into the sink of hot, soapy water next to us.
Evie shrieks as her shirt gets soaked by the back splash, but she doesn’t release me from her clutches, instead laughing at our typical bout of awkwardness.
Her body vibrates against me with her laughter as she wraps her arms around my neck. Try as I might to regain ground, the moment’s gone.
Evie must notice me pouting about it because she peppers my cheeks with sweet kisses. “Oh, Superjock. It’s okay. As much as I missed you, I don’t think it was going to happen for me anyway. You smell awful.”
I peer at her smiling face, my confidence at being able to please her taking another nosedive. “You like the way I smell.”
“Usually, but not today.” She wrinkles her nose. “You smell like…”
“I’ve been driving in a car full of other guys for an entire day?”
