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What the fuck!
“Sweetheart. Didn’t you call…” He stopped as that something in her eyes filled her whole face, and his world right then and there spun faster, knowing that what she was about to say would rock him.
“I called everyone I knew!” she sobbed. “I tried everything. Nobody would tell me anything except that you were on a mission. That they wouldn’t be able to contact you. I thought it was a ploy. Something to appease me till they brought your body home.” She finished on a yelling sob, then wrapped her arms around him again and shoved her head in the crook of his neck, her shaking hands grasping at the collar of his shirt as if she was hanging on with everything she had.
Brought his body home.
Her words rolled over him.
Holy fuck!
“I’m so sorry.” That feeling deep in his chest that weighed on him started crushing him as he realized what he had left behind and the lasting pain that had followed her because of it.
“I can’t lose you!” She was past incoherent now, her arms tightening around him as if she was never going to let go, and he knew that if he didn’t get her settled down soon that she was going to make herself sick.
“Hey, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” he said as he hefted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and moved in the door. Dropping his bag next to them and shutting the door behind them with his foot, he started into the house.
Was she always this light?
He reached the couch and sat down, intent on calming her, but she surprised him when she twisted around. Her sleep shirt, or his shirt rather, rode up on her thigh, showing her bare and uncovered ass, and he lost his train of thought.
She didn’t seem to have the same issue as she fisted her hands in his hair and slammed her mouth down on his.
Quickly, their kiss became heated as she nipped and sucked at his lips, her hips rubbing against his dick, her thighs wrapped around him as she sat in his lap, and he was content to just soak it in.
God, she felt good.
Before long, their hands started roaming, and he’d had enough of sitting back and kissing her.
He wanted all of her.
Now.
He leaned sideways, settling her so she was under him, reveling in the feel of her thighs wrapped around him as she opened them wider, as if welcoming him home.
“I missed you,” she choked out as he fumbled with his zipper before she reached down and took over.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.” Sliding his fingers through her folds, he flicked at her clit before sliding them deep inside her wet heat. He clenched his eyes shut, his head falling forward to her chest, as it hit him that she was there in his arms.
Fuck.
“I don’t want your hand. I want you. Please, James, it’s been too long,” she whispered against his ear, her tongue coming out to lick at the shell.
Nine months too long.
Nine months without feeling her skin.
Nine months without tasting her.
Nine months without falling asleep after having her pussy wrapped around him.
Nine months of waiting in hell.
Her hand slid up and cupped his cheek, and he opened his eyes to find her tear-stained ones staring back at him.
“I love you.” She whispered the words that for weeks he had longed to hear.
Words that broke him.
