Returning to his bedroom, he removed his clothes and, lifting the edge of the dark blue blankets, he slid in next to Erika. The warmth of her body near his cold one made him immediately hard. Before Erika, it had been months since he’d gotten laid. And now, after their previous nights together, he knew finding another woman who could make him feel so good wouldn’t be easy.

Letting her leave the following week wouldn’t be easy either.

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into him, and placed a kiss on her shoulder. She smelled like vanilla and faintly like his cologne from being in his bed. He hoped to leave a more permanent mark on her heart, not just a scent on her body. Reed wasn’t sure what to expect from her and he was desperate not to let his emotions run away with him, but having her in his arms, so close, so perfect...

He moved her hair away from her neck and kissed her there gently, his hand slowly, softly, moving the length of her body, down her waist, over her hip and slipping below the fabric of the T-shirt. Pressing his palm to her soft skin at her waist, he slid it upward until he cupped one breast.

She moaned, stirring in her sleep, and his body sprang to life. His erection pressed against her ass as he pinched the nipple, which hardened instantly under his touch. “You’re home,” she whispered, a smile in her voice.

The words made his breath catch in his chest. Home. This was his home. But what if coming home meant coming home to her?

So much for not getting too far ahead of himself.

“Are you still tired?” he whispered in her ear, biting her lobe gently.

She wiggled closer to him, pushing her ass back against his erect cock. “Nope.”

“Good, because I’ve been wanting you since the last time I had you and I’m not interested in sleeping at all tonight,” he said, squeezing her breast.

She shivered slightly and he let his hand trail down her body once more to caress her thigh, moving inward and upward until he reached the silky fabric of her underwear. She shifted her legs to give him access and he felt the moistness there already.

He loved that a simple touch, a gentle kiss was all it took to get her excited. He loved turning her on. He hardened even more when she reached down to slide the fabric to the right, granting his fingers access to the wet, soft folds of her vagina.

He swallowed hard as he stroked along the opening, flicking his thumb against her clit.

She moaned again and her legs trembled slightly. “That feels incredible,” she said, her breath slightly labored in anticipation.