The front door clicked shut behind you, and before you could even set down your bag, Sean was there. You barely had time to turn before his hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against him. His breath was warm at your ear, uneven, like he’d been waiting all day for this.

“Missed you,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough. His breath was hot against your skin, his lips just grazing the line of your neck.

You laughed softly, trying to twist around, but he only held you tighter. “Sean, I just walked in the door…”

“I know,” he muttered, pressing closer, like he couldn’t stand a sliver of space between you. “That’s the problem. Been thinkin’ about you all damn day. Couldn’t get you outta my head.”

His fingers traced along your hip, slow, deliberate, as his lips finally brushed the side of your throat.

You felt the heat of him pressed against your back, his chest rising and falling as if he couldn’t get close enough. He trailed one hand up your arm, fingers curling to keep you pinned against him, the other tightening around your hip possessively.

Sean let out a low, frustrated groan. “Work gets you all day… and I get what’s left. Not fair, is it?” His mouth grazed your jaw, voice dropping even lower. “I don’t wanna wait.“ He pouts, his tented boxers pressed up against your backside.