Page 26 of Signed With Love

She peeks her head around and holds up a finger. The same hand holds a hairbrush. I’ll give her a minute, but she doesn’t need it.

You look beautiful. I’ve missed you. Come out here.

She disappears for a moment, then her door swings open. Claire is in my arms moments later. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her mouth descends on mine. She fucking takes what she wants from me. Pours all that desire into my mouth as she deepens the kiss.

God, she tastes like summer and desire, and I can’t get enough. Two weeks has been too long this time. My hands squeeze her curves. Her body belongs right here in my hands.

She breaks away, her chest heaving. That’s my kind of welcome. Her legs loosen from around my waist, so I reluctantly set her down.

What are you doing here? she asks.

I shrug. Your night sounded better than mine.

I’m watching movies and cuddling on the couch.

Exactly. Sounds perfect. My eyes continue to absorb her. The world seems right again now that I’m here.

Claire slips her hand into mine and pulls me toward the living room. There’s already a movie playing and piles of snacks.

Are you eating all this yourself? Or are you sharing? I ask.

She covers her eyes with her hands.

I take her wrists in mine and pull her hands away. Her gaze is soft. I plop down on the couch and pull her with me, then reach forward to grab the bag of thin Oreos she has.

When I lean back, I wrap my arm across her shoulders and tuck her into my side. I pop a chocolate cookie in my mouth, and the tension leaves my body with hers so snug next to mine. I start watching the movie until she tells me she wants to sign.

This is embarrassing, she signs, lifting her head from resting on my chest.

Why? I sign with my free hand, unwilling to release my hold.

When she lifts further away, it takes her warmth with her. She spreads her hands out to show her snack pile, then up and down her body.

My brows lower. Why does she think this? You greeted me with your nice body and food? That’s how I like to be greeted.

Nice wasn’t a strong enough word to describe her gorgeous body, but I sign with what I have. Her cheeks turn rosy at the remark.

Okay. She lays her legs over mine and snuggles back into my side. Once she relaxes, I watch the movie. I can’t help but chuckle and playfully poke her in the side. She’s watching Arachnophobia. Her laughter fills the space.

Her voice twists something in my chest, and I know I’m exactly where I’m meant to be tonight.

???

After the movie ends, Claire shifts. I’m content with never moving, but I let her readjust because she taps my arm three times.

Do you have to go already? she asks.

I smile. I plan on staying all weekend. That comment only intensifies her smile. I can get a hotel, though. I have to fingerspell “hotel,” but I’ve learned she doesn’t really care how I communicate with her.

You can stay here, she signs, her eyes pleading. It’s what I want too, so I’m not throwing up arguments.

She’s nibbling on her lip again, so I slide my hand behind her neck and pull her forward. Kissing her is like finding an aged whiskey. It’s consuming as it is delicious. Even more so when she lets all restraint go and climbs on my lap to deepen this kiss.

She tastes like chocolate, and I can’t contain the groan that rumbles through my body when she uses her tongue to tease my bottom lip. Unfortunately, it breaks the kiss. Claire leans up, her palm resting on my chest. Her gaze locks with mine, and the desire swimming in them is apparent. She comes back to kiss me with precision and focus. Her determination is sure as she nips my lower lip.

Claire works hard to draw another groan from me. She pulls away and looks down at me with wide eyes when the vibration curls up from my chest. Since she can’t hear the way I sound, she feels it. Her other hand tightens in the fabric of my shirt, her lithe body shifting to rub against me.

Fuck, she’s greedy with taking what she wants from me, her eyes darkening as she grinds again and again. My hand lands on her hip as my other slips inside her sleep shorts, encouraging her to explore what she wants. Without my hands free, I communicate with touch. I let her know I’m right here with her and she can take whatever she wants from me.

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