Her hands were seemingly everywhere at once, as though she couldn’t get close enough to him as she rocked her pelvis up and down along his length.

Hating to move away from her, he quickly reached for his ski pants and retrieved his wallet. He removed a condom and, tearing it open, he slid it on fast. The motion made his ache even worse. His entire body was on fire, a desperate desire erasing all other thoughts.

Erika’s chest and stomach rose and fell with her heavy breathing. “I want you so bad, Reed,” she said.

The feeling was mutual...and he couldn’t help but wonder if they shared other feelings. He knew this went beyond the physical for him. It wasn’t just a one-night stand with his sister’s best friend. This was a connection years in the making. He’d always thought his feelings for her were disdain and dislike, but even those had been strong. Maybe they’d been something else.

They certainly were now.

Lowering himself on top of her, he slid between her legs and brushed her hair away from her face, staring into those big, chocolate-colored eyes as he slipped inside of her.

Her breath caught. She closed her eyes as her muscles squeezed tight around him.

Fuck. He wouldn’t be lasting long. The moment didn’t even feel completely real. Erika...it was Erika. Erika’s body he was inside of. Erika’s hands touching him. Erika’s mouth just inches from his. Her breath warm and coming hard against his cheek. He went deeper.

She moaned beneath him and tightened her grip on his shoulders. Her nails dug into his flesh, but it didn’t wake him from this dream.

“Look at me,” he said, taking her hands and holding them above her head as he plunged deeper again.

Her eyes opened and she held his stare as their bodies rocked together in perfect rhythm, faster, harder, growing more desperate as he neared the brink of orgasm.

“This okay?” he somehow managed to ask.

“More than okay,” she whispered.

His arms shook on either side of her and his hips dug into her thighs as he moved faster, harder... He was so close. The intense sensations building made it impossible to hold off any longer.

“I’m coming, Reed,” she said suddenly, and thank God because he couldn’t hold his own orgasm back much longer. Plunging deeper and faster still, he felt her tighten and spasm around him as she let out a loud moan of satisfaction.

The feel of her wet body wrapped around him, her soft skin pressed against his, the smell of her sex tantalizing the senses, he erupted in waves of pleasure, squeezing her hands tighter. His gaze never left hers. She was beautiful. She was real. In that moment—for that moment at least—she was his.

And why that thought didn’t terrify him, he didn’t know.