Robotically, I put my phone to my ear and told my gram I would call her back. I didn’t look where it landed as I tossed the thing over my shoulder and reached out to grab the big, brooding man in front of me by the shirt.
It had only been a couple of weeks, but it felt like an eternity. Time had no meaning where this man and the way I felt about him were concerned. I thought it was impossible to fall in love within a few short days, but I was wrong. I figured falling in love with someone who was hard, who was a challenge, who forced me to live my life with them instead of around them was impossible. I was wrong about that as well. I liked the work Cy took and I liked the work he had to put into me. I was certain it had only taken hours to hand my heart over to him and it had taken minutes to realize that leaving him wasn’t going to be an option. There were no easy answers how any of this was going to work out between the two of us, so I didn’t bother asking the questions.
Instead, I fused my mouth to his as his hands landed at my waist once the door was slammed shut behind him. I didn’t need words to tell him how much he was missed when my kiss and clutching hands conveyed my feelings for me. I also didn’t need to hear him tell me why he was here or that he was missing something out of his life with me gone. Not when he backed me into the door with a thump and held onto my face like I was something precious and prized. This wasn’t a kiss hello, this was kiss that sealed our fate. This was a kiss that filled in the missing pieces and made promises that we were bound to keep. This was a kiss that made my blood blaze and had my heart shooting sparks of happiness and relief.
His teeth sank into my bottom lip and the bite made me whimper. He growled against my lips and lowered his hands to my thighs, his rough fingers easily finding their way under the hem of my boring work skirt. I looked better in the tight denim he was used to seeing me in, but the unremarkable taupe skirt sure was a lot easier for him to maneuver around with his grabby hands and hard flesh. His pelvis leaned into mine and he lifted my legs up around his waist so that we were pressed together as intimately as we could be without actually having sex.
I lifted an eyebrow at him, because the show of strength it required to keep me elevated as he caressed soft skin between my legs was impressive, but unnecessary. I was already enthralled by him, wanted him in a way that hurt and healed at the same time, and had no trouble giving him access to any part of me that he wanted to put his hands on. The fog that perpetually colored his gaze had cleared, the clouds lifted to reveal the pretty, pearly dove gray underneath. That clarity, that light in the dark that was shining through, told me more than any words ever would about why he was on my doorstep. He only had half of a heart left to give and he wanted me to have it.
I made him smile.
I made him happy.
I was his Sunshine in the storm.
His forehead fell forward and landed against mine as his rapid breaths touched my wet and swollen lips. Eye to eye, heart to heart, heat to heat, all of us lined up and fit together like we were supposed to. There were no missing pieces anymore because together we were complete.
I lowered the arms I had wrapped around his shoulders to grab the front of his shirt. I pulled it open with both hands, disappointed the snaps popped easily instead of it having buttons to send flying. His skin scorched under my palms and his heart raced as it rushed to tell me all the things his lips were too busy to say.
The tip of his nose traced the edge of my jaw and then skated underneath my ear as he dropped tiny, sweet kisses everywhere my pulse pounded for him. The brim of his Stetson obscured his face and his features when he lowered his head, and as much as I liked the way he looked in it, I liked the way he looked at me when he had me under him and over him even more. I used the back of my hand to send the hat sailing to the floor and had no regrets when I saw his eyes flare and his jaw clench as I squeezed my legs around his waist to urge him to go faster.
The fingers of one of his hands dug hard into my hip as the other slipped and slid under stretchy lace to get at the very center of my desire for him. My vagina was just as happy as the rest of me to see him and there was no hiding it. The fabric between my legs was soaked and clingy as his fingers trailed through moisture and taunted very needy skin. I finally whispered his name on a strangled huff when the edge of his knuckle purposely rubbed against my clit. My entire body vibrated at the brief touch and every ounce of longing that had been pent up over the last few weeks screamed through me in a rush. I put my thumb under his chin and forced his head back up so that I could seal my lips back over his.
I missed the way he tasted.
I missed the way he teased.
I missed the way he felt pressed against me and I missed the way I felt like I could conquer the entire world when I made him sigh and shake with just the flick of my tongue and the nip of my teeth.
He tugged the silk shirt I had worn under my blazer to work out of the top of my skirt. Since I actually liked this shirt and wanted to be able to wear it again at some point in the future, I leaned back so that my shoulders were pressing into the door and wiggled the expensive fabric off over my head. The cups of my lacy bra were immediately shoved up over the crest of my breasts, making the plump flesh bounce a little. Cy grinned, looking like a wolf with its prey in sight. I didn’t mind being dinner, as long as I got to eat, too.
I curled a hand around the side of his neck so that the raised vein there throbbed under my fingers. I used the other hand to wrestle with that massive belt buckle, which I quickly became annoyed by. It looked cool, but it weighed a ton, and when I finally got it loose, it banged against my leg hard enough to hurt. I scowled at him but his eyes were locked on the way my nipples pulled tight and beaded up for him. They were begging for his mouth. They were pleading for his tongue. He wasted no time in hefting me up a little and lowering his head just a fraction so he could pull one needy peak into his mouth. The heat engulfed it and flames licked at my blood. A rush of wetness hit his playing fingers and he must have decided it wasn’t time to play anymore.
It had only been a couple of weeks, but it felt like an eternity. Time had no meaning where this man and the way I felt about him were concerned. I thought it was impossible to fall in love within a few short days, but I was wrong. I figured falling in love with someone who was hard, who was a challenge, who forced me to live my life with them instead of around them was impossible. I was wrong about that as well. I liked the work Cy took and I liked the work he had to put into me. I was certain it had only taken hours to hand my heart over to him and it had taken minutes to realize that leaving him wasn’t going to be an option. There were no easy answers how any of this was going to work out between the two of us, so I didn’t bother asking the questions.
Instead, I fused my mouth to his as his hands landed at my waist once the door was slammed shut behind him. I didn’t need words to tell him how much he was missed when my kiss and clutching hands conveyed my feelings for me. I also didn’t need to hear him tell me why he was here or that he was missing something out of his life with me gone. Not when he backed me into the door with a thump and held onto my face like I was something precious and prized. This wasn’t a kiss hello, this was kiss that sealed our fate. This was a kiss that filled in the missing pieces and made promises that we were bound to keep. This was a kiss that made my blood blaze and had my heart shooting sparks of happiness and relief.
His teeth sank into my bottom lip and the bite made me whimper. He growled against my lips and lowered his hands to my thighs, his rough fingers easily finding their way under the hem of my boring work skirt. I looked better in the tight denim he was used to seeing me in, but the unremarkable taupe skirt sure was a lot easier for him to maneuver around with his grabby hands and hard flesh. His pelvis leaned into mine and he lifted my legs up around his waist so that we were pressed together as intimately as we could be without actually having sex.
I lifted an eyebrow at him, because the show of strength it required to keep me elevated as he caressed soft skin between my legs was impressive, but unnecessary. I was already enthralled by him, wanted him in a way that hurt and healed at the same time, and had no trouble giving him access to any part of me that he wanted to put his hands on. The fog that perpetually colored his gaze had cleared, the clouds lifted to reveal the pretty, pearly dove gray underneath. That clarity, that light in the dark that was shining through, told me more than any words ever would about why he was on my doorstep. He only had half of a heart left to give and he wanted me to have it.
I made him smile.
I made him happy.
I was his Sunshine in the storm.
His forehead fell forward and landed against mine as his rapid breaths touched my wet and swollen lips. Eye to eye, heart to heart, heat to heat, all of us lined up and fit together like we were supposed to. There were no missing pieces anymore because together we were complete.
I lowered the arms I had wrapped around his shoulders to grab the front of his shirt. I pulled it open with both hands, disappointed the snaps popped easily instead of it having buttons to send flying. His skin scorched under my palms and his heart raced as it rushed to tell me all the things his lips were too busy to say.
The tip of his nose traced the edge of my jaw and then skated underneath my ear as he dropped tiny, sweet kisses everywhere my pulse pounded for him. The brim of his Stetson obscured his face and his features when he lowered his head, and as much as I liked the way he looked in it, I liked the way he looked at me when he had me under him and over him even more. I used the back of my hand to send the hat sailing to the floor and had no regrets when I saw his eyes flare and his jaw clench as I squeezed my legs around his waist to urge him to go faster.
The fingers of one of his hands dug hard into my hip as the other slipped and slid under stretchy lace to get at the very center of my desire for him. My vagina was just as happy as the rest of me to see him and there was no hiding it. The fabric between my legs was soaked and clingy as his fingers trailed through moisture and taunted very needy skin. I finally whispered his name on a strangled huff when the edge of his knuckle purposely rubbed against my clit. My entire body vibrated at the brief touch and every ounce of longing that had been pent up over the last few weeks screamed through me in a rush. I put my thumb under his chin and forced his head back up so that I could seal my lips back over his.
I missed the way he tasted.
I missed the way he teased.
I missed the way he felt pressed against me and I missed the way I felt like I could conquer the entire world when I made him sigh and shake with just the flick of my tongue and the nip of my teeth.
He tugged the silk shirt I had worn under my blazer to work out of the top of my skirt. Since I actually liked this shirt and wanted to be able to wear it again at some point in the future, I leaned back so that my shoulders were pressing into the door and wiggled the expensive fabric off over my head. The cups of my lacy bra were immediately shoved up over the crest of my breasts, making the plump flesh bounce a little. Cy grinned, looking like a wolf with its prey in sight. I didn’t mind being dinner, as long as I got to eat, too.
I curled a hand around the side of his neck so that the raised vein there throbbed under my fingers. I used the other hand to wrestle with that massive belt buckle, which I quickly became annoyed by. It looked cool, but it weighed a ton, and when I finally got it loose, it banged against my leg hard enough to hurt. I scowled at him but his eyes were locked on the way my nipples pulled tight and beaded up for him. They were begging for his mouth. They were pleading for his tongue. He wasted no time in hefting me up a little and lowering his head just a fraction so he could pull one needy peak into his mouth. The heat engulfed it and flames licked at my blood. A rush of wetness hit his playing fingers and he must have decided it wasn’t time to play anymore.
