At some point, I was going to move back into my apartment, sooner rather than later. Not because I didn’t love staying with Reece. I did, especially on nights like this when it took only a handful of minutes to get from Mona’s to his condo and we could engage in some freak-­a-­deak.

I hadn’t told Calla, but the idea of sleeping in my apartment gave me the sweats, and the only way I could overcome that was by doing it. Obviously, I wouldn’t do it alone. Reece would be there with me, but getting back into my apartment was one way to get back to normal.

When we got to Reece’s condo, there was no time for fooling around and pretending we were going to actually eat something. He wrapped his strong arms around me and kissed me like he was a man dying of thirst, and I was dizzy and breathless from it. We went at each other, ending up on the couch with me on my knees grasping the back of the couch with his body behind mine, one hand on my hip and the other between my thighs. This really was the best kind of lunch break.

My muscles were jelly and I stayed where he left me, curled over the back of the couch as Reece fixed his uniform, secured his duty belt, and then rooted through my clothing. I watched him, my cheek resting on my hands, and as he straightened, he smacked my butt.

“Pervert,” I murmured.

He winked. “You like it.”

“Maybe.”

Laughing, he picked up my cardigan. “Let me help.”

I raised my brows at him, but lifted one arm with a sigh. Dressing me in the cardigan was like herding wildcats, but he stuck with it, securing each button. “I want to come home in the morning and find you in my bed wearing just this.”

“You really are a pervert.”

Reece brushed his lips over mine. “And I really wish I didn’t have to head back out.”

“Me, too.” I fixed the collar on his uniform. “But I’ll be here.”

He kissed me again, curling his arm around my waist and lifting me off the couch. Placing me on my feet, he drew me up against him. “Walk me to the door?”

Since the door was a whopping ten feet away, I could manage. Following him, I contented myself with the knowledge of a pint of double-­fudge ice cream in the freezer just for me. I was going to make that pint my bitch as soon as I closed the door.

Reece turned, his gaze moving over me with enough intensity that it felt like a physical caress. “We’re still on for Sunday?”