Teagan

I don't sleep. I try. I stretch out in Joshua's bed and wrap myself up in his blanket and bury my nose in his pillow, trying and failing to find his scent. The bed stopped smelling like him weeks ago, but that hasn't stopped me from taking a deep breath each time I lay down in the hopes that I'll find him again. Tonight though, the knowledge that I'll see him tomorrow, it's enough to keep my thoughts racing from one excitement to the next.

I've only spent one night with the man I love. Yes, we've spent each night since then talking via Facetime and most of the day texting each other, but I haven't been able to touch him. To smell him. To feel his warmth against my skin. I can't believe I finally get to feel his strong arms around me again after all this time.

Will it be the same? Will I still love him as much when he's right here in front of my face? I have no doubt that the answer is yes. I never believed in soul mates until I met Joshua Kincaid. But now? I have no doubt that soul mates exist because I know without a doubt that I have found mine. And he'll be right here, with me, in the next twenty-four hours.

With that thought swirling around in my head, making my heart ache with happiness and my soul cry out with joy, I finally fall asleep with my hands folded gently over my stomach.

* * *

Joshua sends me a text the moment he lands and I start pacing the house. I don't stop moving until I hear the thump of a car door outside and then I rush out the front door and launch myself into his arms. He draws me close, one hand threading up into my hair and I bury my face into his shoulder, breathing him in. He smells even better than I remember.

"Oh, Teagan." His voice is thick with emotion. "Let me see you." He tilts my head back and stares into my eyes, a smile pulling up at the corners of his lips. "I’ve been stunned by your beauty each night when we Facetime, but now, standing next to you..." He shakes his head. “You’re gorgeous, baby doll.”

I reach up on tiptoes and press my lips against his. Nothing I can say could possibly do justice to the way I feel. Hopefully, he'll get the gist of it through my kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I melt into him, my body pressing against his until the cabby clears his throat behind us.

"Your bags, sir."

Joshua breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. "Thank you,” he says to the driver without breaking my gaze. He gives me one last kiss and then releases me to pay the man.

I grab one of his bags. "It's so good to have you standing right here next to me," as I heft it off the ground.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Joshua raises an eyebrow and puts his hands on his hips.

“I’m helping you with your stuff.” I draw my eyebrows together, confused.

“Right. And that is not okay. You have my baby in your belly and that means you do not have to lift a finger.” He takes the luggage from my hands.

“But I like lifting fingers.”

“Yeah, well, I like lifting fingers for you.” He leans a shoulder against mine. “You’re my girl. And I like to take care of you. And I want to take care of that little human you’ve got brewing in your belly. So if that means I have to carry a few more pounds of luggage every now and then, so be it. Plus, it gives me a chance to work on my physique.” He straightens and does a bicep curl with each arm, the oversized bags looking ridiculous as they hang from his hands.

“God it’s good to see you.” I hold the front door open for him as he passes into the house.

“Yeah?” Joshua puts the luggage down and draws me into his arms. “How good?”

I run my hands up the back of his thighs and grab his ass, pushing his hips into mine. “Getting better by the second.”

Joshua grins and then swoops me up into his arms. “I’m all for constant improvement.” He kisses me. “How about now?” His lips brush mine as he speaks.

“Better still.”

“And now?” He nuzzles my neck and bites my earlobe.

“Even better.” My pussy throbs and moisture gathers between my legs. I shiver in delight.

“And now?” Joshua starts down the hallway toward the bedroom.

“Even better.”

He strides through the door, gently deposits me on the bed, and rids me of my clothing. “I’ve missed this body,” he says.

I spread my legs. “This body has missed you.” I pull him down on top of me, and his lips claim mine as I fumble with his belt. When I fantasized about this moment, we took it slow, torturing each other, exploring each other. I thought I would take him in my mouth and bring him to the brink of orgasm. That he would lick me until I came, shivering on his fingers. But now that he’s here, our need for each other is all consuming. With his eyes trained on mine, he slides down his pants, pushes his cock into me. We groan in unison.

“You’re mine,” he says as he rolls his hips.

I nod, my gaze locked on his. “Yes.”

“And I’m yours.” He sheaths himself in me.

“Promise?” My entire body trembles in pleasure.

“Oh, baby doll. I swear it.”