Journeys End in Lovers Meeting

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Warning - This story is M! Smutty, PWP! Not for the faint of heart, so please: decide for yourself if you want to read stuff like that! It's also SUPER ROMANTIC (serious fluff-alarm!)! You have some kind of allergies against that? Meh, better choose another story then…

Summary: He had managed control in the car, but when she tempted him into the apartment the heat of her touch swirled up his arm and spiraled down his body, stirring his blood and pooling in his abdomen, a liquid fire.

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The seatbelt sign pinged off and Shreya flipped the buckle and tried her best to wait patiently for the two businessmen in the outside seats to get their bags from the overhead. Three minutes of standing, waiting for debarkation had her wishing she hadn't packed her badge in her checked bag.

Daya had called her every day she'd been gone—sometimes twice when something spoke to his whims. Their conversations had left her flushed and smiling, causing her brother to tease her mercilessly. At first, her sisters-in-law had seemed to be on her side, but eventually curiosity had won out and they had demanded to know something about the man who could leave her breathless by long distance.

It was Diya who had lifted her cell phone from her pocket and pushed the number one on her speed dial just long enough to bring up his picture. Rajat' wife, Purvi, had taken the phone with a flourish and she and Ruhana had bent their heads together over the screen. Shreya couldn't help her grin of smug superiority in the stunned silence. When Purvi had finally looked up at her and throatily rolled out a feline growl of appreciation, the three of them had burst into laughter and Shreya had felt like a girl again. She had wondered briefly if that would be the way she would feel for the rest of her life, then had turned the thought over in her mind, resolving to consider why she had wondered it later alone in the spare room.

The jetway was finally attached allowing the passenger door to open, and she quelled the sudden surge of eager anticipation that welled up in her, even stopping halfway up the aisle to let an elderly woman step out ahead of her. She took a moment in the ladies' room then walked up the terminal, past the back side of the security check and there he was.

Daya was standing at the end of the velvet roping, and she knew he would have been warned at least twice to step back. She paused for just a moment and took him in: black hair, crinkled smile, rumpled suit, beautiful man. He jammed his fists into his jacket pockets and rocked forward on his toes and back in what she recognized was impatience, and it was enough to make her resume her movement to him.

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She was never travelling without him again. He had chafed at not being able to talk to her when he wanted, deciding to call her late every night so conversation with him would be the last thing she engaged in before bed. Of course, there had been the few times he had broken with his plan, calling her during the day to tell her about a new farm stand that had opened, a spectacular tackle Kavin had made or the review for a movie he wanted to see with her when she got back.

He had spent the time between work and her apartment trying to stay focused on the one and readying the other for her return. Missing her, he had elected to spend every night in her home, sleeping in her bed, which had proven easier than he would have imagined. Shreya was sensible in her work shoes and no-nonsense in her manner, but her bed linens were downright decadent. And they smelled of her. And not just on the surface like her couch at work. When he lay in Shreya's bed her scent enveloped him. Sheets and pillows and thick comforter were inundated with the heady aroma. It was the reason he had put off washing her sheets until that morning, remaking the bed and stepping out to buy fresh flowers and a few more groceries before arriving fifty-two minutes early to meet her 2:40 flight.