For the longest moment, I simply stood in the arms of my woman, savouring her feelings against mine. The curve of her body, her intoxicating scent. Her hot breath.
"Your recharging spot is right here, Nala. Always," I said gruffly, my face pressed to the crook of her neck.
When her hands began running on my back, I felt my knees go weak, and the overbearing sense of want washed over me.
"I missed you," she whispered, kissing my neck. She didn't care that I just finished playing. She didn't care that we were still outside, in a large stadium with hundreds of people watching us. And neither did I.
"I've got you right here, Nala. I'm right here." Fiercely, I kissed the crook of her neck, her hair, and her temple, because I desperately needed that contact.
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