Page 145 of Naughty & Nice

Sucking in a deep breath, I revel in the feeling of contentment that having a safe and secure home brings. I hope it’s something I never take for granted.

The door closes behind me, and the lock is twisted into place.

“Alone at last…” she muses as she walks around in front of me, her finger tracing a line around my shoulder and then down the center of my chest. She doesn’t stop until it hits my waistband.

I’m exhausted. My eyes hurt from focusing on driving for so long, but it doesn’t stop my cock stirring to life. It’s been far too long since I’ve been inside her.

“So… where should we start?”

Grabbing her hand, I lift her finger to my mouth and bite it gently.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip before she takes a teasing step back.

I release her finger, too intrigued to find out what she’s thinking.

She reaches for the bottom of her hoodie before peeling it up her body, leaving her standing in her thin tank.

My mouth waters, and my eyes follow her hands as they go for the waistband of her sweats.

They drop to her ankles, and after kicking her Crocs off, she tugs the fabric from her feet.

“Wanna play a game?” she asks, her voice all low and raspy. Sexy as hell.

“As long as it involves you losing more clothes.”

She smirks. “What? These?” she asks, tugging at the front of her tank enough to give me a shot of her braless breasts beneath.

“Yeah, those.”

“Right, well… you can take them off me…” She takes a step back. “If you can catch me.”

Her laughter fills the air as she takes off running toward the stairs.

The sound of it makes my heart swell like I’ve never felt before.

That’s happiness.

True fucking happiness.

It’s what I’ve wanted for her for so long.

Kicking my sneakers off, I abandon the luggage and take off behind her.

She might have got a head start, but my legs are longer and I’m faster.

The second I find her tank abandoned on the stairs, I rip my own hoodie from my body, leaving it behind me.

Her bedroom door slams as I hit the top step, and I lose my t-shirt as I continue my chase.

“Coming, ready or not,” I shout just like we did as kids playing hide and seek around the trailer park.

Oh, how far we’ve come.

My entire body is vibrating with anticipation. By the time I get to her door, it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to just throw it open and dive on her.

Thankfully, the sight of a small scrap of fabric at my feet distracts me.

Reaching down, I pick it up and smirk.

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