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“I’m here, sweetheart.” He draws me into his arms again, holding me tight, breathing deep. “Finally. I’m so fucking happy.”
I go for it then: “Did you um…hear what I told you, before the line cut out?”
Trey puts just inches of space between us, looks down, and smiles, tenderly. “I love you, Saylis.” And he dips his head toward me, kissing me again, softer this time, longer, slower. Then he asks, “Was there somethingyouwanted to tellme?” He gives me this cute, Cheshire-cat grin that makes me just…want to mess with him a little bit.
“Yes.” I wrinkle my nose up. “You need a shower.”
“Truer words.” He chuckles, warm and deep from his chest. “C’mon. Let me show you my place.”
“Okay.” I smile up at him. I’m not used to looking…upat him. We’ve always been screen to screen. I remember him telling me he kept a place here. “We can take my car there. I mean, obviously, I have a car. That’s how I got here.”Stop it, you’re rambling. Meanwhile Trey has gone a little quiet. I glance at himsidelong as we walk through the airport, his big, strong hand wrapped around mine. “You okay?” I check in.
“Yeah. Just…the driving thing. It’s kind of unsettling at first.”
“Oh. Wouldyourather drive?”
“Normally? Always. Not today.”
I don’t ask him to elaborate.
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Trey
And that’s how I ended up back in my humble little Dallas abode, which I never actually considered I might return to someday, and definitely not with the smartest and most beautiful woman in the world.With the most kissable, soft lips. And that’s a verified fact.
My head has been spinning since that kiss. Coming home from deployment tends to be rough—a little disorienting, to say the least. This time, I feel disoriented in a whole new, exhilarating way.
It’s interesting how, with the help of technology, Saylis and I began this relationship the old-fashioned way: talking. Getting to know each other. We never crossed the line into sexting, dirty talk, or sending overly flirty pictures. First of all, she didn’t have to send meoverlyflirty pics to get my head headed inthatdirection, anyhow. My mind took care of that all on its own. And we were both busy plus I never wanted to risk anything salacious being overheard.
All of that falls away now.
I lead Saylis on a grand tour of my home that takes all of six minutes. She pauses at my bedroom, but only for a beat, then heads right into the ensuite bathroom.
“I can give you a minute,” I offer to her.
“No.” She shakes her head slowly, a look on her face that I have never seen there before. Ifhangrymade a face—that’d be the one. Her onyx-rimmed bright blue eyes don’t just take me in; theydevourme. “C’mere. You need to shower, remember?”
“I remember…” I say as she peels out of her jeans and pulls her shirt over her head. She reaches back to unhook her bra, and her beautiful, bountiful tits pop free.
I stride toward her as she slides down her panties.
Fuck.Oh, fuck. I lick my lips and squeeze my hands into fists.
The sight of her fully naked body—her thick hips and toned thighs—makes me instantly hard. I have to remind myself that in some kind of way, wejustmet. But all I want to do is lunge toward her and love her so hard she lets me keep her, maybe even forever.
Saylis spins around, giving me a full view of her tight, round ass, turns on the water, and steps in. She smiles at me over her shoulder.
“Well, what are you waiting for, Soldier?”
“I don’t actually think you’re ready for this.” I proffer a smirk.
“Try me.”
She’s asking for it.
I strip out of everything and step into the shower with her, effectively saluting her with my rock-hard erection. Saylis grins, ever demurely, and hands me the soap. I take it from her and she spins around, grazing her nice, juicy ass against my groin.
“Aghh,” I growl, biting down on a coarser word. I gawk at her ass, noting the way her curves align with the shape of my cock. I lather my hands. She shivers when I press them to her bare skin. “Turn around, sweetheart,” I say in a low, shredded groan.
