Biting down on his lip, he took the top off the tray. It was two wrapped power bars. With a devilish glint in his eye and sex in his grin, he tore the foil with his teeth on the first one and handed it to her, then did the same with his. “Did I do good, sweet one?”

  “Very good,” she said between bites.

  He finished his quickly. “I promise you a real meal first thing in the morning,” he said and then began kissing and licking a trail up her leg while she searched for crumbs she could feel stuck to her hot skin. “Let me get those.”

  ****

  He couldn’t believe he’d just had the delicious honor of licking every inch of Cherie’s creamy flesh. What she didn’t know was that he’d lied to her earlier. Making love wasn’t the factor that would seal up his heart. That had already happened. About two hours ago, he realized. When she’d listened to him talk about the kind of man he needed to be. When her heart had obviously been heavy over losing her brother yet she’d been strong enough to say she wouldn’t ask him not to go do what he had to.

  He’d kept her waiting long enough.

  With one last long lick up the inside of her thigh, he crawled up her body and then held himself over her. She seemed like there was something she wanted to say as they watched the space between their two bodies.

  “Tell me, Cherie. Please.” But he knew why she hesitated. Again, that had been his fault for silently scolding her earlier talk. To convince her he was dying to hear whatever it was, he lowered himself from his elbows so that their chests melded together. Tonguing her tongue and sucking her bottom lip erased his memory temporarily that he needed to ease up to let her speak.

  “I, um, I wanted to tell you that I’ve never wanted to feel someone inside me the way I want to feel you, Nick.”

  He swallowed. “I want to feel that, too. I’m so hard for you, Cherie.” He remembered how wet she’d been sliding down his chest earlier in the bathroom, and his fingers instinctually found their way to her folds. The juices coated his fingers as soon as he spread her lips, and he enjoyed watching her face as he made gentle swirls. Her hands hadn’t needed any prompting. One was holding the back of his head while one seemed happy discovering the skin under his chest hair. He was glad she liked it so much. But he ached to never forget how this felt. Nick needed his hand for something very important so he gave one more rub to her swollen nub and wet folds and then brought it back up.

  Along the way he rubbed her moisture into his skin, wanting Cherie’s scent on him. He found her fingers, now trailing around a little lower over his abs where the hair dwindled off. Placing his hand over hers, he pressed his fingers between each of hers and helped her rub. Together they covered his chest again, then his stomach, then his hips and finally he led her to his bush. He kissed her lips and swallowed, hovering over her. “Cherie, put me inside you.”

  She let out the sweetest breath and gave him a squeeze which made him suck in air. “I guess I deserved that,” he said as he caught her grinning.

  “Yes, you did.”

  But then she wasted no time as her knees fell further apart and her hand used the head of his cock to feel around at her opening. What she was doing was so hot, and he’d think of this every night. “Do you like this?” she asked him.

  “I love it.”

  “What about this?”

  Oh God, yes that, too. She’d used her other hand and gave her breast a soft squeeze. He was dying to plunge inside her slickness. Nick planted his hands at either side of her head and nudged her knees even wider to accommodate him. Fuck, he’d forgotten the condom. “Fuck.”

  “Nick?” Cherie asked bewildered.

  “I don’t have a condom. It’s in my damn room.”

  “I don’t care.”

  She had to care. She absolutely had to care.

  “Nick, I don’t care. I want you to make love to me, now. Please.”

  Then he realized something even worse. “Shit Cherie, it could be too late.” His dick had been leaking precum all night long, and she’d just rubbed herself wicked with it. Oh shit. He pulled back, forcing her hands from his hips.

  “Hey, hey look at me.”

  He couldn’t ignore her. He was debating what the fuck he should do. Get dressed, ride the elevator up thirty floors, yada yada yada. “I’m sorry, sweet one. I screwed up.”

  “No, no you haven’t.” She bit her lip, and her brow scrunched in thought.

  She took his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze. He could see her breathing in the subtle heaving of her chest. And the little freckle he’d adored earlier sat close to her pulsing artery, which he could see because he was staring so intently, trying not to focus on her perfect tits, their rosy nipples, her soft naked skin and the triangle of hairs that curled so sweetly at the ends from her wetness. Her wetness for him.

  “I don’t want you to stop,” she finally said. “Think about it. What do we have to lose?”

  Something he’d never admit out loud struck him. It was the most selfish thing he’d thought in all his thirty-four years. If he left, and didn’t make it back, he wanted a piece of him to walk this earth. Shame for exactly how selfish that was made him pull further away.

  “I can’t make a baby with you, Cherie. What if I don’t come back?”

  She wasted less than a second in getting to a sitting position and pulling him into her arms. And then he felt his damn shoulders start to shake.

  “Nick Phillips, you are coming back. And I, I want to make love to you. Right now. I want you, Nick.”

  He rubbed his eyes, which felt like they would revolt and burn because he was refusing to let them tear up. She was so beautiful. He’d never hurt her. If they made a baby tonight, he couldn’t think of any better reason to fight as hard as he had to to get back home. And if they didn’t, he’d dream every night of it happening someday. After he’d done all the proper things and in the proper order for his sweet Cherie. But for now, he couldn’t deny the desperation that had set in. This was it.

  ****

  When Nick came back to her, she knew this was it. Feeling him sink down over her, finally letting his weight seep over her and pin her there, she opened back up for him. Cherie made sure to feel as much of his back, his butt, his thighs as far as she could reach and then the back of his shaved head. She didn’t wait for him to ask. She found his thickness and rubbed the tip of him again around her wetness before placing him right where he needed to be. She then sucked in a breath and waited to be filled.

  Something moist wet the tip of her nose. His kiss. He was staring at her. “Nick, I promise, I want this…”

  “Shh, I know. Me, too. I just wanted to say something first.”

  He’d have to do it quick because their hips had their own ideas and were pushing toward each other as if being meshed together by some unseen force. She felt his tip nudge a little further inside her. “Say it, baby.”

  “I love you. And thank you for doing this for me.”

  “Not for you, with you.”

  “Yes, thank you, Cherie.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said and wiggled her hips against his super-hot and sexy ones jutting out, poking into her.

  Nick covered her and filled her completely in one slow but hard push. He took care to kiss and caress her once he got a perfect rhythm going. His thrusts were so powerful, hitting that swollen nub each time and doing that rolling, pounding thing with his hips that she couldn’t hold off the orgasm any longer. It broke through like a fever, leaving her sweaty and deliriously happy. “Nick, oh my God, Nick,” she said into his ear.

  Whether he’d waited on purpose or whether they just had really awesome timing, she didn’t know, but a few seconds later, she felt his movements become tense, fast and short and then he melted over her with a long groan.

  “Oh shit, thank you, Cherie. I fucking love you.”

  She couldn’t help but giggle. “Welcome. And, um, I love you, too. Oh, and by the way. You don’t have to ask. Whenever, wherever, I’ll be here. You have someone to come home to, baby.” She stroked his beautiful bald head, memorizing the sexy, the real, the raw.

  With ease, he pulled her into him, slapped a heavy thigh over her and snuggled before whispering, “I’d like to do that again, sweet one.”

  It was good loving the Boss.

  Epilogue

  They’d made a deal. No haircuts for either of them until he got back. Which was completely unfair because she had no idea of knowing whether he was keeping up his end of the deal. Cherie took her nearly butt length hair into her hand several times and finally got an elastic around it. She pulled out a chair and sat at Nick’s breakfast bar, ready to read and cry. His letters were sparse and got to her every time. He asked about her online classes and the weather. And whether she’d caved and cut her hair. Of course he wondered whether she thought he should stay in after this three years were up or go back to music.

  Cherie did her best not to sob while she kissed the ink on the page. Of course that was useless when she read his last question near the very end of the page. He wanted to know if she was showing.

  She clutched the letter to her heart and walked over to the mirror hanging on his wall. Boy was she. At seven months, she already looked like she was full term. But she didn’t care. Cooking and eating kept her sane. And his letters. Which he hadn’t signed with the stick figure waving hello to her like he always did. She flipped it over and nearly fainted.

  Through her tears she read:

  Not sure when you’ll get this, sweet one, but rumor going around is that the reason we didn’t get our six month R&Rs is because we’re coming home early. I can’t wait to see you. I love you.

  Cherie flipped the letter over to check the date he’d scribbled at the top. He’d written this one month ago. When the phone rang, she bolted for the door. Because that’s where she wanted him to be. But she tracked back to the bar for her phone. The Boss flashed on her caller id. He had to be Stateside for his phone to be working.

  “Nick!” she nearly screamed.

  “Hi, baby.”

  That’s all she let him say. “Where are you?” she asked, nearly hyperventilating.

  “La—”

  “LaGuardia?”

  “Yes, baby. I’ll be home very soon.”

  Yes, he would be. “I’m so happy!” She couldn’t help from smiling like a fool. “Nick, I just want to hold you.”

  “Oh baby, I hope you’re up for a little more than that.”

  She nearly burst out crying happy tears. “Oh wow, well you’re going to have to be very creative. I’m huge!”

  She heard him hail a taxi before he came back on the line. “I’ve got a few ideas, a few good moves to try on you. You up for that, baby?”

  Yet another huge smile broke across her face. “You’re the boss, you tell me.”

  “I’m about to drop some serious cash for this cabby to get me home right now. Be ready. I love you, and Cherie, thank you.”

  “I love you.” It was all she could say to Nick. After they hung up, she blew a kiss up to the heavens. “Thank you, for taking such good care of him for me, big bro.”

  The End

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