He felt himself grow thick as his body touched hers.

“We should talk...about things,” she said, biting her lip.

“We should definitely talk about things, but first I need to make love to you.” He could show her how he was feeling so much better than he could tell her anyway. Lowering his head to hers, he slid his tongue along her bottom lip, tasting her, teasing her...

She gripped his head between her hands, letting her fingers tangle in his hair as she pulled him closer, connecting their mouths. She kissed him hungrily, with a desperate urgency of a lover knowing their time was coming to an end.

He slipped his tongue between her lips and explored every part of her mouth. His hips began to rock slowly, pushing his thighs into hers, his cock against her pelvis. He wanted her so bad. But not just right now...

Damn, she was right. They did need to talk. His own anxiety was rising with his desire. He had to know this wouldn’t be the last time he was with her. Had to know she wanted more.

He reluctantly broke away and forced a breath to refocus his thoughts—not an easy task with her sexy, willing body beneath him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I think we should talk first.”

“Okay.”

Rolling off her, he grabbed the bedsheets and pulled them over their bodies as he lay on his side next to her. Keeping her fantastic curves hidden might help him get through what he wanted to say without the urge to be inside her interrupting again.

He stared at her for a long, silent moment, hoping she’d speak first.

She didn’t.

“Okay, so the thing is...this...whatever’s happening between us, I don’t want it to end when you go back home.”

She looked happy...relieved. “Good.”

“Good?”

She laughed. “Yes. Very good.”

“Good, because I’m starting to fall...I mean, I’m having feelings for you that I haven’t had in a long time...maybe even ever.”

She nodded. “Good.”

He laughed. She was right, communication was something she had to work on. But if all she could muster right now was “good,” he’d take it.

“So I want to try to make this work. For real, you and me,” he said, touching her cheek softly.

“G—”

He kissed her, unable to hear another “good.” For now, knowing they were going to try a real relationship was enough. Pulling her on top of him, he let the blankets fall away and his breath caught as he stared at her beautiful, firm breasts. Her legs on either side of him, her folds pressed against his thick, hard cock. Her hands trailed down his chest and stomach and the look of need in her eyes had him feeling completely weak. He was powerless to the feelings he had for her, coming on so strong, so unexpected...