Page 48 of S.O.S. Mizzay

Andy was…everything to him, and that hadn’t changed since the moment they’d stopped fighting their feelings for one another and come together.

His hold tightened, and he simply hung on for an indeterminate amount of time. Cobble wanted nothing more than to kiss Andy silly, take her to bed and fuck all their combined frustrations away, but first he needed to bury his head in her neck and fill himself with her unique, intoxicating scent.

“Goddamn, Andy. I’ve missed you,” he groaned, nuzzling at her throat.

She kicked the door behind her closed with one foot, then ran her hands all over his tucked head, his shoulders, and his back.

“I’ve missed you, too.” She let him nuzzle for a while before giving vent to a small whine of frustration at his inaction toescalate. Throwing her glasses off, she leaped up, wrapped her ankles around his waist, and began…sobbing?

Yeah.

Cobble knew to expect it.

Mizzaydidn’t cry.Missynever did, either. But Andy, his Andy? She’d given herself permission to be one-hundred percent human around him, and sometimes that meant bawling out her feelings when they first saw each other again, when things couldn’t be contained.

Like now.

Cobble looked on that trust as a high honor.

“Shh. Shh,” he soothed needlessly. “You’re here now. It’s all good.”

Andy sniffled several times, then finally sighed against his nape. “I know. I know. And it’s silly. We have a whole week ahead of us. It’s just that…it always goes by so fast,” she choked out, snuggling in.

Cobble stiffened. Should he leap right in and tell her that it wouldn’t be just a week this time, or should he hold her just a little longer?

Cobble chickened out. An arm full of Andy felt too damned good to waste. He pulled her head from its hiding place and proceeded to mop her now wet face with his shirt-cuff.

She laughed, blinking up at him. “What? You don’t want tokissaway all my snot?” she teased wetly.

“Well, I’ll take you any way I can get you,” Cobble assured her. “But since I happen to have this sleeve available…” He dabbed a couple more times, then shifted his hold so her breasts were firmly up against his chest.

He lowered his head slowly, ever so slowly to hers.

“You know what?” he murmured. “This is going to be the best kiss, ever.”

Andy snickered, as Cobble knew she would. It was something he always said when they met up again after their self-mandated, long separations. And…

When their lips met, itwaslike coming home.

Because Andywaswhat Cobble considered home. She had been since almost the beginning of this whole surreal cluster fuck. They’d both known they had a special connection, pretty much immediately, but it had taken them a long time to let themselves admit it and figure out the logistics. Now, however, if Cobble had his say, nothing more would ever stand in the way of them having a relationship.

Cobble deepened the kiss. He couldn’t get enough.

Andy was it for him, regardless of his circumstances.

She was bold, fearless. She gave as good as she got, and she didn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit. Not even his. Andy was a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stale world, and without her, he would have lost his sanity a long time ago.

Their tongues danced; their mouths fused. His dick grew insistent that he do something about the heat rising between them, but he refused to acquiesce. She needed to hear him out first, then spend all her anticipated anger before they squared things away and got busy between the sheets.

Despite what he’d soon be dropping on her, part of him knew that nothing would ever change the connection they felt toward each other. Cobble couldn’t explain it but… It wasn’t just physical. There was a deep, emotional bond between them that had kept him celibate when they weren’t together, simply because no other woman would ever hold a candle to Andy. There would have been zero bonding with someone who wasn’t her, and being with another female would be like using his own hand; simply a way to get the job done. That’s why jerking off was always his release of choice when Andy wasn’t around.

Minutes went by as they rediscovered each other, standing in his living room only feet from the doorway, devouring each other. Neither one of them could ever wait to be wrapped around the other; impatient where touching and rediscovering was concerned.

Cobble’s hands inadvertently slipped to Andy’s ass, and he tried mightily to fight the bodily needs that would have him going against his initial impulse to spill all before getting horizontal.

But he was losing the fight.

Andy, luckily, pulled back. “The food’s gonna get colder than it already is,” she whispered.

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