When Cara’s door swings open, I’m hit all over again with straight up happiness just seeing her standing there.

Fuck, the last couple days have been hell with her not returning my calls, ghosting on me like she did. I missed her so much. And not just like those first couple days when I couldn’t get her out of my head. No, it was like totally consuming.

It doesn’t even make sense. I mean, it’s not like we’ve been dating long or anything. But it doesn’t matter. I missed her all the same. Just that little bit of time away from her was torture, especially after the intimate moments we shared in my apartment.

It killed me that I couldn’t reach her. When she called me today and invited me over all I felt was straight up relief.

And right now all I can think about is getting close to her again.

I step inside and kick the door shut, then sweep her into my arms, crushing her body against mine and lowering my mouth to hers before she can even say anything.

Our hands are everywhere, groping and clutching and exploring as we fight to get closer and closer. It’s like we can’t get close enough. As if every millimeter of space between us is too much. I want to sink into her, not knowing where I end and she begins.

Fuck, I want her. Not just that. I need her. I fucking crave her like she’s air, like I can’t breathe without her. Like she’s what keeps me alive.

And my body comes alive under her touch, her hands tangled in my hair as she kisses me back just as passionately as I kiss her. Hungry. Needy. Desperate.

I fucking love that she craves me the very same way I crave her. She needs me just as much. It’s obvious by the way she strains against me, fighting to get even closer.

I devour her mouth as my hands consume her body, staking their claim. She’s mine.

“Fuck, Cara,” I mutter against her neck as we break the kiss, gasping for breath. “I missed you so fucking much.” I rain hungry kisses down her neck to her shoulder. I nip at her sensitive flesh and feel her heartbeat racing in time with my own.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every single second.”

It’s nothing but the truth. My mind has been consumed with her. I’ve barely been able to sleep, unable to focus on my work. Nothing has mattered these past couple days. No one has ever gotten to me the way Cara has. Ever. It means something.

Connor initially said that maybe she was the one. That her getting under my skin so quickly had to mean something. And it does. I don’t dare admit, even to myself, what it is, but it’s there nonetheless. I can’t fight it.

I don’t want to fucking fight it. I just want to be here with her. That’s all that matters.

“Cara,” I say, cupping her cheeks and staring down into her eyes. “Do you have any idea how crazy I’ve been without you? All I could think about was you and why you weren’t answering my calls. You have no clue how happy I was when you called.”

She stares up at me, wide-eyed, and I catch another glimpse of something that fills me with unease. “Liam.” She places her hands on my chest and bites her lip, looking away. I watch her carefully, my stomach doing a weird little flip when she pushes lightly on my chest, trying to put a bit of space between us.

But fuck that. I just tighten my arms around her waist, not letting her move. She’s not getting away from me.

She takes a deep, shaky breath before looking back up at me again. “I need to tell you something important.”

My eyes narrow and my mind spins. I don’t want to hear it, whatever it is. Though I have a sneaking suspicion of what it might be. I’d hoped things wouldn’t play out like this, especially now that I recognize just how much I need her. Being here with her after the short time apart only cements it.

I shake my head. “We can talk later.” I grin. “After.”

I’m not waiting another second. It’s been torture being away from her, and me and my dick both need to make up for that lost time.

She doesn’t resist when I suck her lower lip into my mouth. She simply goes limp in my arms, giving in to the sensations I know I’m evoking in her. Her breath hitches, and I feel her nipples harden into tight little nubs as I press her closer to my chest.

Her arms run up my chest and tangle in my hair again, and I take advantage of the opportunity. Sliding my hands under her dress, I trail my fingers around to her stomach, feeling it jump at my touch, then I pull the dress up and over her head, discarding it quickly. I immediately bury my face in those perfect tits, inhaling the scent of her that’s haunted me at night. Her scent that lingered on my bed sheets, mocking me with the fact that she wasn’t there.

“Fuck, baby. I missed this body so fucking bad.”

She groans as I pull down the cup of her lacy bra and suck her nipple into my mouth.

All thoughts of anything she wanted to say have disappeared, and now it’s just us in this moment, losing ourselves in the other’s touch.

Snaking one hand around her back, I flick the clasp of her bra, and it falls down, fully exposing her luscious tits to me. I toss it away as well, cupping the full globes and giving her other nipple just as much attention as the first.

I need her bare. I need to see all of her.

Bringing my mouth back to hers, I sear her lips with another scorching kiss, my hands working on peeling down her thong, dropping to my knees as I pull them all the way off.

Then my face is right there in front of her pussy. I inhale her scent and press a gentle kiss to her mound. Her legs quake as she grips my head, and I smile up at her.

“I’ve missed you so fucking bad.”

Time to completely disappear in this body that I’ve craved more than I’ve ever craved anything in my life.