“Hey, yourself. Come to keep the bedridden company?” He grins so I know he isn’t as forlorn as his words make him out to be, so I slip over to him and he kisses me like I’m oxygen and he’s struggling to breathe.
When I pull back to find air, he grins down at me. He looks happy. “How was your appointment today?”
“It was really good. Doc said my age and health are on my side. Incision is still looking good, bloodwork was good, no signs of infection. Sternum and muscle healing is basically done, likely thanks to my age. Things are looking real good. Apparently I’m very lucky.”
“Really? That’s freaking amazing news!” I hug him gently and my heart soars that he’s doing so well. The severity of his injuries have been weighing on me a lot. It was my fault he got shot. My fault he nearly died—that he technically did die.
“Yeah I’m not sad about it, and my day is even better now you’re here.”
I laugh softly at him. “You’re such a cheeseball. So do you even need to still be cooped up in your room?”
“No, not really, but Harrison is on the warpath, so I’m staying out of his way. Plus, I was hoping you’d swing by tonight, too. Because I got some other good news today. Since I’m basically all healed up…”
Quirking a brow at him, I wait for him to continue.
“Oh no, sweetheart. I’m going to show you rather than tell you. It’s more fun that way.”
“Where are we going?” I laugh as he takes my hand. This playful side of him is fun, I’ve kind of missed it among all of the crazy we’ve been juggling.
“Show, not tell, remember.” He grins, wagging his brows at me.
“Then by all means, show away.”
He tugs me up the stairs, pulling me into his bedroom and closes the door behind us before pinning me against the door. “Fuck, I missed you.”
His words are breathy before he kisses me like a starving man and I’m his favorite meal. I tangle my hands in his hair as he presses against me, his dick very much making itself known.
“I thought you weren’t allowed to exert yourself,” I pant as he pulls away. He just grins.
“Good news, remember?”
“Oh,” I say, eyes wide. “Are you sure?”
He grins at me, devilishly. “Doc said yes, I’m not about to question it.”
My smile matches his as I run my nails down his chest, careful of the scar I know is beneath his t-shirt. “Who are we to question medical advice?”
“My thoughts exactly.” He smirks before kissing me again.
We are all tongues and lips and lost breaths as he cages my face in the palm of his hands like I’m the one who’s fragile.
It doesn’t matter though, because the way he holds me so reverently makes me feel like I’m everything. Like I’m his whole world.
One of his thighs pushes between my legs, just below my skirt that I can feel riding up my thighs. Reaching down, I unbutton my blazer and throw it blindly to the side, hoping it doesn’t break anything. Without missing a beat, I kick off my shoes, my concentration still very much on East and his talented mouth.
The harder he kisses me, the more his hands roam, the more turned on I get. I don’t have to touch myself to know my panties are getting soaked with how much I need him.
“Touch me, V. Don’t hold back.” In the back of my mind, I know I shouldn’t get carried away, I know I need to be mindful of his injury, even if he says he’s okay, but at his words my fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt until I’m fisting it with an urgency that we can both feel.
“That’s it. Fuck me, you’re so wet.”
My pussy on his thigh, I ride him—chasing my pleasure—as his mouth slams back onto mine.
I don’t know how long he kisses me but I relish every second of it. Sometimes, a kiss is just a kiss. But sometimes? It’s a fucking volcano. Explosive, hot, destructive.
Letting go of my face, East runs his hands down my arms until he reaches the hem of my shirt before unbuttoning and ripping it off then throwing it into the depths of the room, pausing our kiss for the briefest of seconds.
Our tongues are once again fighting for control, caressing until we have to break apart for breath.