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“Hold on, Enzo, there’s someone at the door.”Who the hell would be here at this time of night?
“Sure.” I hear another muffled sound of laughter.
When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I peek out the window near the door and see a large figure on the porch, which makes me cautious.
When I flip on the light, I scream at the top of my lungs as I drop my phone. My pulse hammers, my adrenaline spikes, and suddenly, any bit of exhaustion I’ve had today disappears.
“Ohmigod! Ohmigod!”
The fucking door won’t open.
“Oh, my fucking God! This isn’t happening!”
Once I finally get the deadbolt to disengage and fling myself into the strong arms of the handsome man before me, I squeeze him for all he’s worth. “Where the hell have you been?”
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Enzo
I heara scream from the other side of the door. She’s realized I’m here. The light flips on and there’s a rustle at the door. I hear, “Ohmigod! Ohmigod!”
Then the knob continues to be fiddled with. But the door doesn’t open.
I know I shouldn’t laugh, but her excitement to get to me sounds so fucking good. I’m just as eager to break through the door to get to her. Just knowing she’s on the other side of the door sets a wave of emotions through me. I can’t wait to set eyes on her.
Finally, the door flings open and a blur of excitement attacks me. She hugs me for all she’s worth, climbing me in the process. As her legs wrap around me, I take in the delicious scent that is entirely Samantha. I have never been more relieved to see her.
These past few weeks have been hell. Not only did I have to fly one last mission, which was a shitstorm that took longer than necessary to right itself, I had to complete all my paperwork to separate and retire from the Air Force. I had started filling them out the minute I made my decision to retire, but there was still some last-minute paperwork, inventory, and things to take care of before I could leave.
My parents will probably have my ass that I didn’t invite anyone to my official retirement ceremony, but I just wanted to get stateside. Having everyone travel to Germany would have postponed my departure date. When my CO told me I was free to leave, I got my ass on the next civilian plane out of Germany. It took a lot longer flying stand-by, but I’m so fucking relieved to be here. The sight of Samantha has made it worth every bit of hassle it caused.
Samantha takes me by surprise when she says, “Where the hell have you been?”
“Doing all I could to get to you, beautiful.” I nuzzle her neck and pull her tighter.
“You couldn’t have called or let me know you were okay?” She pulls back and levels me with a look I hope not to see often in our future.
Fuck. I was so set on getting home to surprise her, I just spent the last two days traveling. I hadn’t considered she might be worried. I’m such an ass. How could I do this to her? “I… uh…” Fuck. I don’t even know what to say. Nothing will be good enough.
Samantha pulls me close again. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now. We can discuss where you’ve been for the last eighteen days later. Let’s get inside so I can greet you properly.”
Fuck, this woman’s amazing. I pull her in tight and kiss her one last time before saying, “I think I can get on board with that.”
She still has my hand as she gestures to the bag near our feet. “Is this all you have?” She looks around for a vehicle and a brow raises skeptically and the unasked question of ‘how did you get here?’crosses her features.
“I took an Uber,” I state to get the questioning look off her face. “This is all I have until the rest of my things arrive in the next few weeks.” I shoulder my bag on my right while tucking Samantha in on my left. We’ve been apart for far too long, there’s no way I’m going to let her go anytime soon.
We walk through the door and I drop my bag and jacket in the living room, then turn to face her once more. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Samantha.” Now that she’s in the light, I can see sleep lines from her pillow and her hair’s a rumpled mess, but she has never been more exquisite to me.
“Are you hungry?” she asks.
“Only for you,” I growl as I place my hands on her hips and pull her even closer.
“I can work with that,” she breathily states, making her intentions clear as her hands find their way under my shirt and slowly move up my back. When it’s clear she wants my shirt off, I step back and jerk my Henley over my head.
Samantha’s eyes follow my shirt over my body. A low, “You are so freaking sexy,” comes out of her mouth and I can’t help but laugh. She’s absolutely adorable when her filter’s missing.
“Not as much as you, beautiful,” I say as I step toward her and close the gap between us. I reach out and kiss her soundly as my hands become reacquainted with her body. There’s no fucking way I will ever get enough of her. “Let’s go upstairs.”
