The aroma of baked macaroni and cheese with bacon filled the still air. Her heartbeat accelerated at the sound of a closing car door. He was home. Anticipation and fear formed a bittersweet taste in her mouth as she readied to greet him. The door opened with ease and his presence filled the room. God, how she’d missed him. Two weeks, the scope of his absence, too long to be apart. A smile lit his face, causing her breath to catch. Her gaze roamed his body, which was dressed down in his faded blue jeans and a navy cotton t-shirt. Her mouth watered. Utterly delicious. The denim clung to his ass like it knew the near perfection it rested against. Unceremoniously he tossed his suitcase to floor, drawing the cotton of his shirt flush against the hard planes of his back. Clasping her hands together, she struggled to keep from running them over his body. “Hi, baby,” he drawled. Her stomach clenched as she formed a smile. “Hi. I missed you.” He stepped toward her and slid his hands along her back, caging her with his body and his passion.
