Suddenly the air is thick and his scent surrounds me. He’s here. I try to turn around but strong hands grab my waist and pull me into a hard body. His mouth to my ear, relieves any doubt.
“Looking for someone?”
My excitement takes over and I turn and jump into his arms. “You!” I scream and plant my mouth firmly to his.
“Why didn’t I see you?” I huff when I break away.
“Once again, strategic planning. I took the back stairs.”
“I missed you.” I sink into him and soak in his warmth. He holds me close few minutes and then pulls away, kissing the tip of my nose.
“Ready to go?” he asks and I nod.
Leading him out of the terminal, we go to my car.
He caresses my hand the whole way to my place and I purposely take the long way around campus to show him everything. I’d love to walk around tomorrow morning and give him a tour, but we’re expecting more snow.
I give Bryce the short tour of our apartment, and when we get to my room, he whistles. “Finally, I get to see it in person and not on a screen.” He looks around and walks directly to my bookshelf.
“God, these turned out good. Can I have a copy?” He’s glued to the two pictures I had framed of us from Christmas.
I told him how good they were, but refused to send them to him because they are a gift for Valentine’s Day. Little does he know, the photographer took over twenty of us spinning, laughing, and kissing. I have all of those saved as a rotating screensaver. Yep, I’m a bit obsessed.
“Umm, yeah, we’ll get them printed while you’re here.” I try to blow him off.
He sets them back and comes to me, pulling one arm to his chest and wrapping the other around his neck. “I’ve missed you.”
His scent surrounds me and I sink into him. “You too.”
“What are our plans tonight?”
“We have about three hours until Quinn gets back. Then she’s going to be in complete freak out mode about Dean flying in tomorrow for the weekend.”
“Three hours huh?” He kisses a trail down my neck.
“Uh huh.”
“Babe,” he bends down and lifts me gently, walking us to the edge of my bed. “I’ve really missed you.” He lowers me down and lays partially on top of me. His hard length presses against my hip and I grind against him.
“Bryce, I missed you too. Almost too much.”
His eyes meet mine, but he doesn’t say anything. The longing and passion evident in his stare. I reach down and pull my sweater off. He licks his lips and lifts off me, throwing his own sweater over his head. As he undresses, I push my jeans off. His eyes rake over my body and he grins seductively.
“I don’t think I’ve ever appreciated black lace as much as I do right now. You’re a fucking vision, Devon.”
Flush creeps up my cheeks at his stare. He lies partially on his side and leans into me, claiming my mouth with his own. What started as soft and sweet turns sexual and hot. He rolls over, covering my body. Our chests are pressed so tight that I can feel his heart racing along with mine. He slowly ends the kiss and rests his forehead against my own.
“Babe, you attached to this?”
“Huh?” I question.
“Bra, panties—you attached?”
“Not particularly,” I breathe against his mouth. My head is swimming.
“So should I rip, or peel them off?”
Another flood of moisture runs through me. “You decide,” I answer smirking at him.