Page 99 of Take A Number
I laugh and squeeze tighter before lowering her back to the ground. “Let me get a look at you,” I say, pushing back the hair from her face that’s grown out a lot since she left eight whole weeks ago. “You look well-traveled.”
She smiles and wraps her arms around my waist, pulling me close. “Well, I am…I’ve been to six countries since I’ve arrived.”
“And which city is your favorite?” I ask, pinning her with a look.
Her eyes warm as she reaches up and cups my face in her hand. “I’m going to have to go with Boulder.”
“You are such a suck-up,” I growl and dip my head to kiss her.
Holy fucking hell, it’s been too long since I’ve felt these lips. Way too fucking long. It’s amazing how easy it was to fall into a relationship with Norah.
I reach around her and grab her ass, giving it a hearty squeeze right in front of all the other people waiting for their luggage.
She squeals and swats me on the chest, effectively breaking our kiss. “What are you doing?”
“I’m seeing if that big ass you’re working on is coming along nicely.”
“Well, stop…there are people around.”
“Don’t care,” I reply, dropping a kiss to her nose. “Besides, isn’t this the city of love? Surely, a cheeky ass grab isn’t that shocking.”
We retrieve my luggage from customs and make our way out to the bank of taxis on the curb. Norah sits in the middle of the back seat, our bodies entwined as she talks a mile a minute, pointing out various landmarks as we make our way to her friend Chelle’s pied-à-terre.
It’s incredible being near Norah again. It’s shocking how I’ve lived most of my adulthood avoiding relationships, and the minute I find myself in one, she bags off to Paris for three months. I wanted to come out and surprise her a month ago, but I held back. She and Chelle were doing some amazing backpacking, and as much as I missed her, I didn’t want to bethat guywho couldn’t let his girlfriend off the leash for too long.
But now that I’m here, she’s going to have to fight me off with a stick.
Norah bites her lip and shoots me a wicked smile. “I have a surprise for you.”
“What?” I ask, waffling our fingers together as we pull down a residential street.
“Chelle is away for the full two weeks you’re here. She found someone to cover for her at the restaurant, and she’s staying with a friend in Belgium.”
“You’re kidding,” I growl, dipping my head in to kiss her lips. “So, you’re saying we have her place to ourselves for two whole weeks?”
“Yep,” Norah chirps as I bite her neck and suck a little.
God, I seriously need to get her naked, fast.
The driver turns down several weird angled streets before stopping at a tall apartment building with tiny terraces and café-lined squares outside of it. After we grab my bags, I follow Norah inside the lobby of the building, and by the time the elevator door closes, my lips are on her again as she struggles to press the button for the fourth floor. When it chimes, indicating we’ve arrived, she grabs my shirt and drags me down the narrow hallway to the street-view apartment.
I barely see the flat before Norah and I are dropping bags and stripping off our clothes.
“Shower,” I murmur as I pick her up and follow her finger in the right direction. “I smell like an airplane.”
“Not to me,” Norah cries, raking her hands through my hair as she kisses me fiercely.
The water takes an insane length of time to get hot, and the two of us stand awkwardly staring at each other before breaking into belly laughs. When it’s finally hot, it’s game on again as I step inside the small shower stall and press her up against the wall, wasting no time before pushing deep inside her.
“Oh God, Dean,” she cries as the hot water pours on top of us, and my dick gets reacquainted with its favorite place in the world.
“Fuck, Norah…I missed you.”
“I missed you,” she whimpers as I pull out and thrust back inside her, holding her up and rocking her against my hips in quick, rapid succession.
It takes less than three minutes for her to find her release, which is a fucking miracle because I explode seconds later, emptying myself as I press my wet face into her wet chest and let the sound of the water drown out my heavy breathing.
When I put her down, she has a coy smile on her lips that I know all too well. “What are you smiling about, sugar butt?”
