Happy Reunion

At 6:53 on Sunday morning, Stephanie awoke to the sound of the garage door rising. She jumped out of bed and rushed down the hall and stairs just as her husband stepped from the mud room into the kitchen. His smile broadened at hearing her laughter as she launched herself into his arms.

Strong arms wrapped around her as Chaz lifted his wife off the ground and her momentum spun them around in a circle. She dropped kisses all over his face until his lips pressed against hers in an exchange so tender and intense that it left both of them breathless.

“It’s Sunday.” He sighed as he rested his forehead against hers.

“Yes, it is.”

“I kept my promise.”

“Yes, you did.” A finger traced along the edge of his jaw and ran lightly down his neck. She kissed his throat. “And, I’m going to keep mine.” She looked toward the mud room.

“Uh uh. Later.” Chaz kissed the tip of her nose. “I plan on taking you upstairs to the bed I’ve missed and making love to you like I could barely live without you—which is true—and making both of us forget that we’ve been apart for more than a month. Once we’re exhausted, I’m going to hold you tight against me until we wake up from our sex-induced comas. Then I’m going to feed you, because I know you’ll need your strength before we start round two. But first—” He lowered her so that her feet touched the floor, knelt, lifted the thin fabric of her short nightgown, and kissed her belly. “I missed you, too,” he said softly before wrapping his arms around Stephanie’s hips and pressing his face against her warm body.

Stephanie’s hands stroked her husband’s head for as long as he stayed on his knees, her fingers playing with the deep brown hair that had grown long enough that it had started curling around his ears. When he stood, Chaz told her to wrap her legs around him as his lips brushed the sensitive spot behind her ear. He carried her up the stairs with no space at all between their bodies.

They only separated for the few seconds it took to get undressed..

“No foreplay,” Stephanie demanded as her husband began dropping kisses from her throat, over her breast, and down her stomach. She scooted backward on the bed, her hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him with her. “I need to feel you inside me, Chaz. I need—” Her words were cut off by his hungry lips.

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