“I missed you, Elena. I don’t care that it’s been less than a day. I fucking missed you,” he whispers against my mouth, and I mewl when he lowers me backwards onto the bed. He holds himself up and I tangle my fists in his dress shirt. The kiss turns hungry, and he wastes no time pulling off my shirt and bra, followed by my skirt and thong until I’m completely bare to him.
