His breathing ticked up. His chest rose and fell, faster and more labored now. “Very.”

She brushed her fingertips gently over the edge of his new scar. “The stitches are gone.”

“Doc thought about keeping them in a few more days but my manly whining stopped her.”

The way he said it and the thread of amusement in his voice made her smile. “I bet.”

She slipped her hands down that long torso to the bottom edge of his sweater and tugged it over his head. The move pulled on the white tee he wore underneath, dragging it up and treating her to a healthy glimpse of his flat stomach and the dark sprinkling of hair there.

Her fingers moved without any message from her brain. Teasing along his bare skin. Sliding down to rest on the button of his jeans.

One second she stood there and the next, the room whipped around her. She dropped onto the mattress in a sprawl. The comforter bunched beneath her but all she cared about was the six feet of hotness on top of her.

His skin warmed under her hands as she yanked his T-shirt up and over his head. The sight in front of her had her brain clicking off. Shoulders that blocked the light on the ceiling. Skin that looked touched by the sun.

The way his hair fell over his forehead and those intelligent eyes. She lifted up to kiss him, and when their mouths met she wondered why she spent days delaying their second time. Heat bubbled up inside of her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She couldn’t get close enough, or touch him enough to satisfy her.

Their hands wandered as the kiss raged on, burning through her and sending her mind spinning. She pressed in closer, put every part of her into showing him how much she wanted this.

They broke apart to the sound of heavy breathing. He rested his forehead against hers. “Has it really been a long time for you?”

Not now. Those words shouted in her head and she almost said them out loud. “This isn’t the time to hunt for personal intel.”

The tip of his tongue traced her bottom lip. “There’s that word again. It makes me feel like I’m in a television show.”

The sensation of his tongue grazing over her skin had her shaking from the inside out. She slipped her leg around his, bringing their bodies together everywhere she could.

“Why are you still talking?” She whispered the question against his lips.

“I have no fucking idea.”

He rolled them until she sprawled over him. The position let him sweep off her sweater until she straddled him, wearing nothing more than her bra and a pair of faded jeans.

“I’m a big fan of this position.” His fingers slipped through her hair and brought her mouth down to his again.