Page 81 of Bi-Partisan

“Jamie?”

A warm feeling settles in my chest when I see him, and despite the exhaustion that’s quickly settling in now that I’m no longer driving, I grin. “Hey darlin’.”

He stares at me, his face unreadable. “Did you drive straight here?”

“Mmhmm.” I set my garment bag down and take a step closer to wrap my arms around him. “I missed you.”

It takes him a second to respond, but then his arms circle around my waist. “But it was only a few weeks,” he says.

The words would sting if I didn’t hear the pure confusion in them—like he really doesn’t understand how I could miss him after a month. Instead, they make my heart hurt for him.

“It was a month, Adrian. Of course I missed you.” I press a kiss to his hair, then pull back and look into his eyes so he has no room to doubt what I say next. “But, for the record, I missed you after about a day.”

His brow furrows, and I immediately lean in to kiss it to smooth it out.

After a few seconds, his forehead comes to rest against mine. “I missed you too,” he whispers.

I lift my chin to slot our lips together, and almost instantly, he sags against me. I missed everything about him—the way he fondly rolls his eyes at me, the look of pure devotion that comes over his face when he holds Joseph or Molly, his soft laugh. But I think this is what I missed the most. He’s usually so guarded and in control of his feelings and mannerisms, but when we’re alone, he completely melts into my touch. I don’t know if he realizes he does it. Maybe he does. But either way, I’m obsessed with it.

I let the kiss linger for a beat, then pull away with a soft sigh.

“Should we go to bed?” he asks.

A yes is on the tip of my tongue. I’ve had a long evening and all I want is for us to crawl under the covers—preferably naked seeing as it’s been a month. But I also could really use a shower. It wasn’t a long walk from the parking garage, but it was humid as hell, so I can feel my clothes sticking to my skin.

“Actually, do you mind if I hop in the shower first?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says, stepping back out of my arms.

Before he can get too far, I pull him back in. As much as washing the sweat off my body is calling to me, I don’t really want to stop touching him long enough to do so. “Do you want to join me?”

An almost relieved look passes over his face—like he hadn’t wanted to be apart from me either—before turning suggestive. “How did you put it that one time? Unless I’m sick, the answer to that is always going to be yes?”

I chuckle and let go of his waist in favor of taking his hand. “Come on, then,” I say, pulling him with me and kicking my shoes off on the way.

I don’t let go of him even once we’ve reached the bathroom. With my free hand, I turn on the water to let it heat, but then I tug him back to me.

Smiling softly, he reaches for the hem of my shirt, peeling it from my skin in a slow motion. I go to do the same, but he stops me for a moment. He glides his fingers along my skin, almost reverently, before ducking his head to place featherlight kisses along the top of my shoulder.

I let out a contented hum, then make another attempt to rid him of his shirt, which he allows this time. My shorts and his pajamas follow, then our boxers, and then we’re stepping under the warm spray of water.

He wastes no time pressing himself along my back and dipping his face to kiss my neck again. Humming again, I hug his arms around me tighter, enjoying the warmth of his skin on mine while the water washes away the swampy humidity. We stand like that for a moment, until I feel him start to harden against my ass. My cock stirs with interest, and I give my hips an experimental grind back against him.

His breath falters for a moment before he resumes his attention to my neck, sucking gently this time. Encouraged, I press back again, and he lets out a low grumble. We haven’t talked about the potential of him fucking me since the night we slept together for the second first-time. He said he went both ways, but he’s never indicated any interest in it past that. He seems interested in it now, though. Or at least, his cock does, since it’s filling up fast as I continue to grind back against him.

“Jamie,” he murmurs, his voice coming out hoarse.

In response, I turn my head and press my lips to his. It’s a little messy at this angle, but it pulls a moan out of both of us, anyway.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“You,” I say, even though I know he’s probably just going to ask me again. The problem is, I don’t exactly know what I want.

“How do you want me? Like this?” He slides a hand down to press on my pelvis, holding me still as he grinds forward.

“Yes,” I groan, letting my head fall back on his shoulder. “But also, I don’t know if the shower is the best place to try anal for the first time.”

“Probably not.” He presses a gentle kiss on my neck. “The first time I fuck you, I want to be able to take my time—“ he kisses my neck again—“spread you out and make you blush that pretty shade of pink.”

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