Feels Like Home

by Kelly Elliott

  Holy. Mother. Of. God.

  I was pretty sure my panties were soaked. Every inch of my body instantly felt hot, and I was positive if he were to simply touch me, I’d have an orgasm on the spot.

  Poor Mindy. Now I knew how she felt.

  Anson held up a matching white lace bra, which I promptly took from him and then looked into the box. A look of utter disappointment moved over his face.

  “No stockings?” I asked, my voice not even sounding like my own. I could hear the way it slightly shook.

  He slowly dropped the box and looked at me.

  “I totally said that fantasy out loud, didn’t I?”

  I felt my throat bob with difficulty as I attempted to swallow. Somehow, I managed to speak.

  “You did.” I was mortified that he was holding that lingerie, but equally turned on. I was a serious rollercoaster of emotions.

  Anson turned his whole body to face me. Those blue eyes of his were suddenly dark with desire. A look I had seen a hundred times. A look I hadn’t realized how much I had missed seeing over the past six years.

  He was going to kiss me again, and I knew I didn’t have the strength to resist him.

  Anson leaned in closer to me as his eyes drifted down to my mouth. He licked his lips, and I wasn’t sure if I moaned in my head or if I really moaned out loud. I felt my body move toward him.

  “Bri.”

  That one whispered word was my undoing. I took the last step toward him to bridge the gap. He cupped my face, and I prepared myself for what would happen next. This was wrong. So wrong. We hadn’t talked about anything, and there was so much to talk about.

  So. Much.

  But now was not the time for words, only action.

  Before his lips met mine, my cell phone rang, and we both jumped back. Almost as if it had snapped us both out of the lust-induced trance we had been in.

  “Your phone is ringing,” Anson said.

  I nodded, then looked down at it and back up at him. “It’s my mother.”

  With a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I answered.

  “Hey, Mom.”

  “Oh, I wasn’t figuring you would answer.”

  With a frown, I asked, “Why not?”

  “You’re out to dinner with Annie! How’s it going?”

  “We never made it to dinner, at least not with Annie. It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

  “Oh, dear, that doesn’t sound good. Is everything…okay?”

  My eyes flashed over to see Anson pulling off his boots. When he started to unbutton his shirt, I nearly dropped my cell phone on the floor.

  What in the hell is he doing?

  “Um…” It was the only thing I could say. My brain physically wasn’t working as I watched him take off his shirt. Then his jeans. He was left wearing a pair of boxer briefs. I swayed slightly as I took in his very toned and very muscular body.

  Heaven above help me.

  Anson headed toward the bedroom, his robe in his hands.

  “Bristol?”

  “Mom, I need to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Love you!”

  I hung up before she even replied.

  “What are you doing?” I nearly shouted.

  Anson paused, then turned to face me. “I’m going to take a shower.”

  My mouth dropped open. “What is that?”

  “It’s this thing where you step into a stream of water, usually warm to hot in temperature, but I’m afraid mine is gonna have to be cold this evening.”

  For a moment, I lost my sanity and looked directly at his junk. I jerked my gaze back up and bit my lip as he went on.

  “Then you take soap and wash your whole body off.”

  “Shut up, Anson!”

  He lifted his hands and laughed. God, I loved his laugh.

  Don’t jump him, Bristol. Do. Not. Jump. Him.

  “Hey, you asked me what it was.”

  “I didn’t mean that! I mean what is that you’re holding?”

  He lifted up the robe and then shrugged. “It’s called a robe. You—”

  I walked up to him and jerked it out of his hands. “You know what I’m trying to say.”

  Anson shook his head and laughed. “Honestly, Bri, I have no fucking clue what you’re trying to say.”

  “Why are you bringing the robe into the bathroom to shower?”

  A smile so devilish it made my insides shake spread slowly over his face. “If you’re down for me being naked, I’m happy to ditch the robe. Are you wearing the little nightie?”

  “No! I am not.”

  “Ah, going naked, then, are you?”

  I sighed and then punched him on the shoulder. “Go get the bag in the truck.”

  He looked surprised for a moment. “The bag?”

  “Yes, don’t tell me you don’t still carry a gym bag with you wherever you go. I know you, Anson Meyer.”

  His face pulled back in surprise. “Damn, you do know me. I can’t believe you remembered that I always carry a change of clothes with me.”

  “Well, I did, and I need you to go get it.”

  Another thought hit me. Had Annie known that? Was that why she hadn’t bought Anson a change of clothes? That was an insane thought. How in the world would she ever know that?

  “I don’t know if I should be impressed you remember that detail or a little worried I still have that habit.”

  “Just go get it. I know you’ll at least have a T-shirt in there I can sleep in.”

  With a sigh, Anson turned and headed back to get dressed. The moment the door shut, I raced to the bathroom with his robe still in my hands.

  I stripped out of my dress and quickly jumped into the shower. I had never cleaned up so fast in my life. I skipped washing my hair in favor of getting out of the shower before Anson got back.

  By the time I dried off and slipped the robe on, Anson was walking back in.

  I opened the bathroom door and walked out wrapped in the robe. Anson had placed his bag on the bed and opened it. He turned to say something and stopped.

  “I’m borrowing it until you hop in the shower. Then I’ll put something of yours on.”

  His eyes slowly raked down my body. I had to look to make sure I had the robe closed up good and tight. It was huge on me, and I was positive I looked like a giant marshmallow.

  “What?” I asked.

  Anson shook his head and walked past me. He shut the bathroom door, and I heard the shower turn on.

  I moved over to his bag and pulled out the change of clothes he had in there.

  Jeans. A black T-shirt. A button-down shirt. Extra boxers, two pairs of socks. He even had shorts in the back and a pair of sneakers.

  “Perfect!” I said as I undid the robe and slipped the black T-shirt over my head. I walked into the living room and slipped the white lace panties on. I picked up the bra and stared at it. My gaze went to the closed bathroom door, and a wild idea hit me. It was stupid and foolish, and I should have known better. But for some reason, I wasn’t thinking clearly.

  I tossed the bra back down and made my way back into the bedroom. I picked up the robe and stopped outside the bathroom door. The shower was still going. I couldn’t help but let my imagination run wild with thoughts of Anson standing with the water running down his perfect body. Or him taking himself in his hand and…

  “Good God, Bristol. Just tell him the robe is right here and walk away,” I whispered.

  Instead of doing the sensible thing, I drew in a deep breath, lifted my shaking hand and knocked on the bathroom door.

  Anson didn’t reply. Every bone in my body told me to turn and walk away. Too bad my stupid head wasn’t on the same page. I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it.

  “I hope you know what you’re doing,” I softly said as I stepped into the steam-filled bathroom.

  Anson

  WHEN I HEARD the knock on the door, I froze. What in the world could she possibly want?

  I was about to call out when
I saw the door open. My breath hitched in my throat, and I stood there like a statue.

  Bristol walked into the bathroom, and my knees nearly buckled.

  She was wearing only my T-shirt. It fell to the middle of her thighs and she looked sexy as hell in it. Her hair was pulled up into one of those sloppy little buns that made her even hotter than she already was.

  “Here’s your robe—I’ll set it on the counter.”

  I watched as she walked in a bit more and set the robe down. She turned away from me and stood there.

  “Is there something else you wanted?” I asked, hearing how my voice strained ever so slightly. I couldn’t let her leave just yet.

  “Wanted?” she asked. I swore she was about to turn around and look at me.

  I didn’t answer. She slowly shook her head and dashed out the door, shutting it with a soft click.

  My lungs screamed for me to take in a breath of air, so I did. A long, deep one.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered as thoughts of Bristol walking into the shower with me raced through my mind.

  My hand went around my cock, and I pulled slightly to ease the instant throb. Then I glanced back to the door. There was no fucking way I was going to jack off in the shower with the woman I loved on the other side of the door.

  I quickly washed off, cleaned my hair, and got out of the shower. After I dried off and rubbed my hair to get out the excess water, I wrapped the robe around me and opened the door. I glanced through the bedroom and saw Bristol sitting curled up on the sofa. As I moved closer to her, I saw that she had a blanket over her and she held a small book in her hand.

  She was so beautiful. I ached to pull her into my arms.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  With a quick glance back over her shoulder, she smiled. Her gaze locked on mine, and I saw it in those brown eyes of hers. She was fighting her emotions the same damn way I was.

  “I found a book, so I thought I would read a little…to wind down.”

  She looked back down at the book, and I couldn’t help but smile. The damn thing was turned upside down. I walked up behind the sofa, leaned down, and placed my mouth next to her ear as I took the book in my hand and turned it over.

  “Unless you’ve learned a new talent, Bri, I think the book has to be this way in order for you to read it.”

  Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. I leaned in closer and smelled her delicious scent before I walked back toward the bedroom. How in the hell did she still smell like lavender?

  “I’m heading to bed.”

  “What!”

  The book fell to the floor, and I looked back at her. “Bed, that thing where you go and lie down when you’re tired.”

  I made my way into the bedroom and then grabbed my bag. Found a pair of boxers and slipped them on, then took off the robe and tossed it over one of the chairs in the bedroom.

  “W-what? What are you doing?” Bristol asked as I pulled back the covers.

  I stared at her, a smirk on my face. “Getting into bed.”

  “You don’t have any clothes on!”

  I glanced down at my boxer briefs and over at her. “I do. I have on boxer briefs.”

  She swallowed hard. “So you’re going to make me sleep on the sofa?”

  I pulled the sheets back and patted the mattress. “No, you can sleep right here.”

  “In the same bed?” she gasped.

  “We’ve done it before. Lots of times, if my memory serves me right.”

  “That’s not the point, Anson.”

  I winked. “Are you afraid you won’t be able to keep to your side of the bed?”

  She huffed, and I couldn’t help but use that moment to take her in. She looked fucking hot in my T-shirt.

  “What’s the problem, Bri?” I asked in a teasing tone.

  “Problem?” she asked with a humorless chuckle. “So, it won’t bother you at all to be in bed with me? Keeping to yourself?”

  I shrugged, but then I saw the disappointment on her face, and it nearly broke my chest open.

  She thought I didn’t want her.

  “Guess I’m turning off all the lights then,” she said as she stomped away and flipped the switches.

  With a smile, I slid farther down under the covers. Bristol kept one small lamp lit as she made her way back into the bedroom and then quickly slipped under the covers.

  “I wish I had a toothbrush,” she mumbled.

  “They might have them at the front desk. Do you want me to call for you?”

  “No, it’s okay. Maybe I’ll go get one.”

  She went to climb out of the bed but stopped when I reached for her and grabbed her hand.

  “Bri, stop running from me.”

  “I’m not running.”

  “Really? Because it seems like the idea of being anywhere near me repulses you.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and I could see her eyes widen, even in the dim lighting. “I’m not repulsed by you! My God, Anson! It’s the opposite! I can’t stop thinking about every little thing when it comes to you!”

  She got out the bed and stomped her way into the living room and kept going on her rant.

  “I can’t stop thinking about that stupid kiss! Or your stupid smiles. And it’s you who doesn’t seem to be the least bit affected by me. So don’t tell me I’m the one running away. I’m going to get a fucking toothbrush!”

  I was out of the bed and over to her in less than five steps. I pulled the jumper out of her hand and tossed it to the side.

  “Hey!” she shouted.

  “Not affected? You don’t think that a million different emotions run through me every time I see you?”

  I grabbed her hand and pushed it against my beating heart. “The way you make my heart race in my chest leaves me dizzy.” I slid her hand down to my rock-hard cock. Her eyes widened, but I didn’t see anger. I saw what I knew was reflected in my own eyes. Lust. Desire. Need.

  “Does this feel like I’m not into you? Every time I see you, I lose my goddamn mind. I feel guilt, love, desire, all rolled up in one big giant fucking ball of a mess. I want to talk to you, Bri. Tell you how sorry I am, beg you to forgive me. I’m angry we couldn’t figure out a way to make this all work. Six years we wasted. I’m pissed at myself for leaving you. I’m pissed you didn’t listen to any of my songs.”

  She pulled her hand away and took a few steps back. I jerked my hand through my hair. “Don’t think for a minute I’m not affected by you, because I am,” I said.

  “I don’t…we should probably…talk.”

  I let out a gruff laugh. Then turned to face her. Her eyes swept over my body as she dug her teeth in her lower lip.

  “I want to kiss you so fucking badly, Bri.”

  Her eyes jerked back up to mine. When her tongue peeked out ever so slightly to lick her lips, I lost my resolve.

  “Maybe we should talk first,” she softly said as she made her way a few steps closer to me. Talking was clearly not what was on her mind.

  I nodded, then took two steps closer, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her.

  When she moaned, I moved my hand down her body and felt my knees buckle when I realized she hadn’t put a bra on.

  I walked her back against the door and pushed one hand under the shirt. Finding her nipple, I played with it while she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her fingers into my hair.

  “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop now, Bri. Six fucking years I’ve waited for this moment. I won’t be able to wait one more second longer if you don’t stop me now.”

  She pulled my mouth back to hers. “Don’t. Stop.”

  “Bristol,” I groaned as I gripped her ass and lifted her up. All those lonely nights I dreamed of having this woman back in my arms, and finally, she was there.

  Turning, I walked back to the bedroom and gently laid her down on the bed. I never broke the kiss as I pressed my body into hers. Our kiss deepened and went from soft and tender to full-on passio
n.

  My hand went under her shirt to find a hard nipple again. I twisted it gently, and she jerked her hips up.

  “Oh, God. Anson. Please.”

  There was no way my girl was going to beg me. I pulled her up into a sitting position and nearly ripped the damn shirt off of her. I tossed it to the side while she let her body fall back onto the bed. My mouth went to one nipple as my fingers continued to work the other.

  “Yes,” she hissed while I sucked and gently bit down on her nipple. My other hand moved down her stomach until I found the white lace panties. I quickly worked on slipping them off. My heart and my head were competing with the throbbing in my cock. I wanted this woman, I loved her. I also needed to be buried completely inside of her too.

  I stared at her naked body as she laid there, her eyes closed as she squirmed. When she opened her eyes, our gazes locked.

  “You’re so beautiful. Every inch of your body is perfect, Bri.”

  She made a small O with her mouth, and I watched her face as I pushed her legs farther apart.

  “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  Her mouth fell open, and a lust-induced daze seemed to take over. She watched me as I bent down and placed a kiss under her belly button. Then, I moved down her leg. Another kiss on the inside of her thigh. Another on the other side.

  “Stop teasing me!” she cried out when I blew onto her clit. Even between her legs, she was beautiful.

  I leaned in and smiled when I felt her entire body quiver. Finally, I was going to take what was mine.

  My tongue lightly flicked her clit, and she pushed her fingers into my hair, gently tugging for me to give her more.

  “I’m going to taste you, Bristol.”

  “Okay! Yes. I like that plan. Please…now.”

  With a chuckle, I buried my face between her legs. The taste of her sweet body had me moaning, and an ache grew deep inside my stomach.

  “Oh God!” she cried out, “Anson.”

  The sound of my name coming from her lips nearly had me coming. Jesus, it had been too long.

  I pushed two fingers into her while I sucked and nibbled on her pussy. Shit, I had missed this, and never once did this to any other woman. No, this was only for her.