It’s only a matter of seconds before Zach rolls me onto my back, his big hips crowding between my thighs. He’s in a tux and I’m in a short robe, and the contrast of that makes my pulse spike. “Missed you so much, baby,” he mutters in between kisses. “Thought I was going to die without you.” “Me too.” I kiss his jaw, his cheek, his mouth. “Me too.”
