All Areas Accessed - Sequel to Access All Areas

Chapter Twenty Three

I hate waiting. I can do many great things—waiting isn't one of them.

Just hurry the hell up!

Bring my girl to me!

Inwardly, I'm now impatiently cursing the guy I've paid so generously to bring Clara safely and discreetly from off the plane and back to the car. And it's here in the car, that my nerves are now getting the better of me. It has felt like an insufferable lifetime that I've been waiting for this day; for the day that I get to be with Clara again.

I've had so many different scenarios play out in my mind about how it will be, how our reactions will be.

Soon, that imagining can all stop.

Soon, my British beauty really will be here.

Performing in front of millions, is honestly nothing compared to how I feel right now. The nervous tension inside of me, is producing the queasiest of butterflies; manically fluttering around in my very tense stomach. 

"I see her coming." Slam suddenly pipes up, preparing to get himself out of the car.

Alone and staying exactly where I am, my stomach fills with even more frantic butterflies and my heart beat starts drumming really hard in my chest cavity. Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub! Lub-dub!

Listening to the drumming of my own beating heart, is somewhat calming. And when the car door suddenly opens wide, everything just weirdly stops— the butterflies, the queasiness, the hard drumming—it all just stops.

I can hear a polite exchanging of words, before someone starts carefully stepping into the car. That someone, is Clara. My girl.

All of the many scenarios that have played themselves out in my mind, simply fly from my head; almost as quick as my butterflies do. They say that actions speak louder than words, so I go right into action. Into impatient action. Grabbing her nearest arm, I pull Clara right into my lap. I have missed her so much, I don't even give her enough time to gracefully get inside the car. Instead, I just drag her into it.

Looking disheveled but a totally beautiful mess, she is happily smiling up at me. "Hey." Falls from between her serene lips.

Stroking the hair from off her beaming face, I whisper. "Hey." Allowing myself to soak up this moment. To soak up the happiness of this moment. I didn't think I could ever forget just how beautiful she was, but with her staring up at me in the way that she now is, I realise I had. "You're here." I need to say that out loud, just so that we both can hear it. I know this isn't a dream, but I feel like I'm in a really awesome one, right now.

Bringing her arms around me, Clara seems right at home in my lap. "And so are you." She wistfully tells me, her eyes wandering down to my lips. "Have you missed me?" Her stare is still flirtatiously settled on only my mouth.

Laughing, I then bite my lower lip. "You know I have." With my teeth trying to tame my mouth, I know my lips won't hold back for much longer.

Clara slides her gaze back up to my eyes, audaciously slow. "Show me how much you have missed me." It's a desperately sedate request, one that me and my mouth are now all too willing to satisfy.

While my fingers tenderly sweep across her clothing, familiarising themselves with her body, my mouth is sweeping itself across Clara's eager lips in a carefully seductive way. Lips to soft lips, my mouth moves in a masterly and persuasive left to right motion, and it feels so good; I can only smile. "Maybe I want you to show me how much you have missed me?" Back and forth, my lips plumply plead for her to kiss the shit out of them.

And Clara does—ardently does.

In her impatient grip, her just as impatient body pushes itself up against me as her bold and beautiful mouth sassily secures itself to mine.

This kiss is hungry, uncouthly and greedy.

It's rough against our soft lips, raucously unrefined.

The more indelicate our kiss becomes, the more our bodies ache for one another. Pulling. Squeezing. Tugging. Grasping. Clutching.

Our hands and fingers frantically do them all. With unstable breaths, Clara only just manages to speak through her hoarse and sexy arousal. "I've missed you." She provocatively proclaims.

Reluctantly peeling my mouth away from her slightly swollen ones, I lustily smile down at my girl with my own unstable breaths needing to now be controlled. "And I've missed you, Clara Thorn." I quietly say, trying to calm everything down inside of me. Using just the tender pad of my thumbs, I brush them across her flustered yet flawless cheeks. "You have made me so happy by coming here to be with me. The only thing is, I don't know whether I'll ever be able to let you return to England now." A smidgen of a smile, starts dressing my curved lips, but inside of me, it truthfully and heavily sits inside of my weighted down guts. Now she is here, in my arms and waiting to be thoroughly kissed again; I think that Clara is already home.

She may not know that yet.

She may not want to even acknowledge that just yet.

But in time, she will.

I just know that she will.