I held her gaze. “I want you to ask for the things you need. Or, you know, demand them.” I shrugged. “Because that would be pretty hot.” I didn’t mind the idea of a little role reversal with her bossing me around once in a while.

She pulled her lush bottom lip between her teeth for a beat and released it. “Well, I would like it if you stayed.”

“Done.” I glanced down at the mattress beneath us, which was significantly smaller than mine. For two tall people, it would be a tight squeeze. “Though your bed is pretty small, so I guess we’ll be spooning all night.”

And by spooning, I meant she was guaranteed to wake up with me pressing up against her perfect round ass. But that happened at my place anyway.

“That’s okay. I like spooning.”

“So do I,” I admitted. And I never thought I would be saying that.

I grabbed the hem of my black T-shirt and pulled it over my head, then hovered over her again. Her eyelids grew heavy as her soft hands slid along my torso, fingers gripping the muscles. I hung my head and let out a groan, savoring the feeling of her touch. Four days felt like four years.

“Picking up where we left off,” I said, glancing back up at her, “I think I was telling you how much I missed you.”

“Yeah?” Bailey’s lips tugged into a smile. “Keep talking.”

“I missed this.” Ducking my head, I nipped at the top of her neck below her jawline, alternating with soft kisses as I moved down the span of perfect, smooth skin.

She let out a hum, running her palms down my back.

“And this,” I murmured, inhaling against her skin and savoring the vanilla spice of her perfume combined with a scent that was uniquely her. A massive surge of desire hit me, waging war between my need to take her immediately and the desire to take my time. But tonight she needed slow, and I was more than happy to comply.

I bracketed her jaw with my hand, angling her head so her eyes met mine. “Definitely this.” I brought my lips down against hers, pushing into her mouth.

Bailey sighed, dragging her hands up to grip my shoulders and sending a wave of pleasure down my spine. I could kiss her all day, taking my time touching her and tasting her. In theory. With the current situation, I’d probably need some release eventually because I was wound pretty tightly after being apart.

Still kissing, still holding her face, I reached under her sweater with my other hand, caressing her ribcage to find nothing but a thin tank top over a span of uninterrupted skin—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Fuck. So hot.