Page 217 of One More Kiss

Chapter15

CJ

Last weekwhen I drove home, my stomach was in knots the whole time. And I swear more Heart’s Lumber signs were added along the highway. I never was one to give much weight to “signs” but then I all week I heard ads on the radio while I was working. They had probably been there all along and I just was now laser focused on them because of Johnny.

I called him that night when I got home, and he called me every night since. I had to play catch up with some work even though I did some while I was stuck there Monday and Tuesday, but my boss was riding my ass about every little thing, so I told him I’d be working through the weekend.

But every night, he stayed on the phone with me until I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It was like middle school.

But we talked about everything, and everyone. I knew all about Danny’s recent perfect score on his Bio exam, Uncle Bo had asked about me and I sent my regards, and he knew all about my job, my mom, and we did have the shitty ex conversation.

The only thing that was missing, was him in the same room. I thought being home would snap me back to reality, but it only made me miss him more. When he asked about this weekend’s plans and I told him I was free, I was giddy when he said he was coming to see me.

I spent Thursday night cleaning the apartment and stocking the fridge in case he wanted to stay in. The weather turned cold and there wasn’t much to see around here anyway. Not much compares to an oversized cabin in the woods on the side of a mountain, especially not this little town.

I watched the clock like a hawk all day and logged out at five on the dot so I could freshen up.

At half past five on the nose, a knock banged on the door. Amberwood tickled my nose as I opened the door and Johnny stood, holding a bouquet of mixed flowers. He had a small duffle bag and looked like a whole meal in his jeans and another flannel shirt under a black leather jacket.

He smiled and I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He wrapped me up in his arms and leaned his head close to my ear. He drew in a breath then whispered, “Happiness.”

I pulled away and looked up. “What?”

“You smell like happiness. Can I come in?”

I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Welcome to my teeny tiny plain apartment.” I took the flowers from him and went to the kitchen. “How was the drive?”

“Not bad. Where do you want me to put this?” He was holding up his bag.

“Oh, in here.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him to my bedroom. “This is my room.”

He pulled his jacket off and laid it over the bag in the chair in the corner. “I missed you, CJ.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me close. Using one hand, he tipped my chin up and lightly brushed his lips over mine. “I missed these lips.” He then pressed his firmly to mine and plundered my mouth with his tongue.

“Did you pack plenty of clothes?” I asked.

“I have plenty of button up shirts,” he said in a low timber.

I cocked an eyebrow then grabbed the middle of the shirt and pulled it apart, buttons flying all over. He let out a growl before he grabbed me and tossed to the bed.

I giggled as I landed then started pulling my clothes off as he wrestled with his belt and pulled his torn flannel and white undershirt over his head and tossed them away.

“I can’t wait to taste every in—”

“Later, I need you inside me like yesterday.” I nodded to the nightstand as I wrangled my bra hooks. “Condoms are laying on the table.”

He quickly pushed his pants down and swiped a square foil from the nightstand before leaning his knees down on the bed between my legs. His hand grabbed my breast as his mouth met mine. We feverishly kissed and grabbed at each other, only stopping long enough for him to open the package and roll the condom on. Heat and moisture rushed to my center.

He reached a hand between us and dragged a finger through the wetness. “Mmm, you’re ready, aren’t you?”

I bucked against his hand. “I need you now,” I said breathily.

He dipped his head and took a pebbled nibble into his mouth, sending a mewl from my mouth. His fingers stroked up and down before dipping inside my slick channel. My hips undulated against him as the feel of his warmth over me.

He moved his lips slowly up my chest then to my neck, dragging his tongue over my skin as he did. His hard shaft rubbed between my folds before finding my entrance. A low rumble came from his chest as he slowly lowered himself into me.

“CJ,” he whispered into my ear, sending goosebumps over my skin. “God, you feel so good.”

“Johnny,” I whispered.

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