They were quiet and purposeful as they got out of the tub, dried each other, and made their way to the bed, neither of them ready to burst the intimate bubble. Luke followed Sarah as she lay back on the sheets.

He’d follow her anywhere, but especially to bed.

He steeped himself in the quiet, her scent, and the sound of her breath as he kissed and licked all her tantalizing hollows and curves. Her breasts were a temptation not to miss. Those hard nipples pressed against his tongue as he sucked each peak and made her moan his name.

Needing more of her sweet gasps and sexy sighs, he headed south, down her belly to where heaven awaited his kiss. He parted her folds with his fingertips, sweeping them over the sensitive flesh as her body wept for more. He took her pleasure on his tongue, then drove his tongue deep inside her hot core. Her legs fell wide open and he feasted with her fingers curled in his hair, holding him to her as he licked and laved and taunted that sensitive bud that made her moan for more. And he gave it to her, sliding one finger deep, then pulling it back, and plunging it inside again as his tongue circled her clit in soft sweeps that made her body go tight then quake against his lips with her release.

His pleasure hit hard and demanded he let it loose. He slid up her body, settled between her cradling thighs, and took her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding over hers as he buried his cock deep inside her. He took her hard and fast, her core tight around his throbbing dick until they both found the sharp edge of desire and fell over it.

Luke came back to himself in increments. He felt the aftershocks from Sarah’s body echo through him. He held most of his weight off her, allowing her breasts to brush against his chest as her breath billowed in and out. She held him to her. He felt as close as he could get to her, and then she whispered in his ear, “I love you,” and he lost a piece of himself to her. He didn’t mind. She’d hold that piece of him in her heart and protect it forever.

He somehow found the strength to settle beside her and pull her into his arms. He fell asleep with her head on his chest and her soft, long hair draped over his arm, thinking nothing would ever feel as good as this.

And he’d been right, because he woke up the next morning furious and alone with nothing but a note left on her pillow.

Luke,

Had to fly to Chicago, and then I’ve got to go home to meet with Abby and my team.

Call my cell.

Love, Sarah

What the hell was she thinking just getting out of bed and leaving him to go home without so much as a goodbye or a real explanation? He rolled over and grabbed his cell off the nightstand and tapped her picture to speed-dial her.