I nodded, and he stood up, pulling me up with him. He kissed the top of my head and patted my bottom as I walked by him. I had missed his affection. Luke had always touched me, kissed me, showed me he loved me. But I couldn’t help but wonder when we would be able to do it. Tonight reminded me of when we were teenagers. When we’d turned seventeen, our present to each other was our virginity. But after that, we were constantly on the hunt for opportunities to be alone, and not often finding them. We were handsy, horny teens together, and it felt like we were heading in that direction again. Even as adults, we had often been separated by Luke’s deployments.

We had only been back together for a short time, but really, it had been thirty years. Thirty years of knowing each other. Thirteen years since we’d started doing it, and almost seven years of not being able to do it with him. Mathematically speaking, my girl parts were demanding to be reconciled with his boy parts, and they didn’t want to wait. His hand going down my pants was not enough. I wanted no pants between us. I sighed when I reached Calla’s door.

“Hey, pretty baby. Hungry?” Ew, no, she was wet. I changed her, then nursed her back to sleep. I went to my room, expecting to see Luke, but he wasn’t there.

I went downstairs to find he had made up the couch for bed and was lying down reading a book. I climbed over him, and he tucked me along his side with my back to the couch. After tossing his book to the floor, he kissed me until I got stupid with lust. His hands roamed over my sides, down my thigh to hook my leg over his hip. He pressed himself against me, grinding me into the back of the couch.

“Come to my bed, Luke,” I whispered in his ear, then licked his earlobe.

“I want to be alone with you the first time,” he whispered back.

“Well, it’s not our first time. Exhibit A is asleep upstairs.” I giggled.

“Aren’t you worried they will wake up?” he asked as he nuzzled my neck and gripped my bottom. He was driving me crazy.

“Dylan won’t, unless he gets sick or something. Calla might wake up one more time…” He buried his face between my breasts and started lifting my shirt. I pressed back, away from him. “You’re a tease. Stop it.” I was getting worked up. And we weren’t going to have the big finish I wanted, I needed to stop.