He didn’t turn—obviously he hadn’t heard her come down the hall—so she took a second to stare at him. The shape of the muscles in his back and shoulders, the messy dark hair... How was she going to leave him?

This forced vacation had quickly become exactly what she’d needed. She’d successfully vacated her life. She barely recognized this relaxed, sexual woman she’d become in a few days.

“Hey...did I wake you?” he asked, turning, perhaps sensing her presence.

“No. I just woke up and missed you.”

He quickly minimized the browser on his laptop as she walked toward him.

She shook her head, glancing at his desktop background—a picture of the S & R team in front of the rescue chopper. “Looking at porn?” she teased. Though she was curious about what could have him up out of bed when he’d practically passed out next to her only an hour before.

He grinned, pulling her toward him. “Don’t need that with you here,” he said, pulling her down onto his lap and burying his face in her neck. “You smell amazing.”

She shivered at the feel of his warm lips pressed against her collarbone. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing. Couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” His hands slid the length of her thighs, disappearing beneath the edge of the T-shirt.

God, his touch drove her crazy. She clenched her legs together, already feeling a pulsating in her vagina. Would she ever get enough of him? Could she wear out this urge, these feelings and walk away with just some incredible memories to help her get through her long days and frantic schedule back at the hospital?

His fingers inched higher, up over her stomach and ribs, and his hand cupped her breast. He massaged gently, then pinched one nipple. “I love these breasts,” he said, biting her earlobe.

She closed her eyes, savoring the pleasurable sensations of his mouth, his touch.

“So, I’m fairly confident I know the answer to this...but I have to ask—there’s no one special in your life back in the city, is there?” he whispered.

She wasn’t at all offended by the question or his assumption. “No one.”

He smoothed her hair away from her neck as he continued to place kisses along it. “My last relationship ended about three years ago.” She could barely label it a relationship, but for lack of better term.

“Was it serious?” His hands continued to massage her breasts as he kissed the hollow at the base of her throat.

“It could have been, but it just didn’t work out. My chosen profession makes it challenging to fully commit to someone. Late nights at the hospital, being committed to the job more than anything else.” She shrugged. It was a trade-off she had always been okay with.

Reed nodded. He understood that. His career was similar.