Andra beckoned him closer. He shook his head slowly, his eyes smiling even as he dropped a knee onto her bed and eased down next to her. His hand cupped her shoulder and stroked down her side. Past the dip of her waist and the flare of her hip, that gnawing tension at the center of her winding tighter as his hand passed by all too far away.

“Don’t pinch me,” he said.

Now it was her turn to shake her head, jostling her foggy brain to try to decode his words. “What?”

His palm stopped at her knee and rose again, spreading warmth over her skin as it circled around to cup her bare bottom. “If this is a dirty dream I’m having about you . . .” He grinned. “Forgive me, but I don’t want to wake up.”

“I might want to have it more than one night, though.” She scooted closer until his cock rested exactly against the part of her that needed friction the most. She let out a small sigh. “Can you make that happen?”

“Going to town tomorrow to fill the whole pickup with sleeping pills,” he vowed. “We can dream straight through till Christmas.”

She tipped her hips forward a little, her nipples kissing his chest as she leaned in, swimming in the scent of him. Today, it was fresh-baked bread and green pasture grass. The aching between her legs was only getting worse. She’d wanted to hold him, kiss him, and now she wasn’t sure that would be enough. She rocked against him once more, and LJ groaned. He gripped her ass, sending tingles all the way up to her scalp, and then he thrust against her.

“Oh God,” she gasped, parting her legs and hooking one around the back of his. He shifted, nuzzling himself in more firmly against her swollen clit and bucking his hips in small, sharp movements that had her eyes rolling back under fluttering lids.

She hadn’t thought she’d ever want to have sex again. Her mind shied away from the idea whenever she considered it, but having him right here, his dick hard and ready . . . she couldn’t think about anything but how good it would feel to clasp it inside of her. To let him rub over every too-sensitive nerve ending that was begging to be touched right now. She huddled into his chest, gasping against the heat of his skin.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he murmured against her hair, rocking more gently now in a way that teased her with knowing how forceful he could be, and exactly how much she wanted him to be.

She nodded so fast her head clipped his chin, and he laughed. His hand slid from her bottom down the back of her leg, dipping a little closer to the center of her.

“I can make it feel better,” he whispered. “If you want me to.”