Page 145 of Reeves

She looks up at me, her eyes dark. Her breathing comes in short, sharp bursts that match mine.

"God, I want you so bad."

Her response comes without words. She lifts her chin, mouth finding mine again with renewed hunger. The kiss goes deeper this time, more demanding. Her tongue slides against mine, not holding anything back.

My hands release her wrists, sliding down to grip her thighs and lift her onto me. She wraps her legs around my waist without prompting, trusting me to hold her weight.

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she trembles against me. I don't think it's from uncertainty. Maybe she's feeling the same overwhelming need that's been eating at me since I first saw her in her driveway.

She's wet. Holy shit, she isn't wearing any fucking underwear.

"You're so wet for me."

"You have that effect, Reeves. I want you to touch me."

Her heat presses against my lower stomach as she shifts in my hands. I slide my hand between her thighs, brush over her, then bring my finger to my mouth.

"You taste so good."

I carry her away from the door, her legs tight around my waist. The room spins slightly in the dim light filtering through her curtains, but I find my footing.

Her mouth moves against my neck, teeth grazing my skin. The sensation shoots through my nervous system, awakening muscle memory I'd buried with our last goodbye.

I set her down on the bed, hands immediately finding the hem of her sundress. The yellow cotton I watched her wear all day is light in my hands. My mouth watered the way it caught the light at the tank show, how it flowed when she walked.

I bend down over her, dragging my tongue over her shoulder. Her skin is salty and warm.

"I've been thinking about taking this dress off all day," Iwhisper in her ear. "If I'd known you didn't have panties on, I might not have been so strong."

The confession comes out rough against her ear. Her laugh is breathless, surprised.

"I just took them off tonight when I came in to use the restroom. I was thinking about you when I did."

Jesus.

My fingers bunch the fabric, lifting it slowly. She raises her arms without hesitation, and the dress slides up and over her head in one smooth motion. The cotton whispers as it hits the floor.

She's completely naked, sitting on the bed with her legs spread for me. The sight of her stops my breath.

I didn't get to study her last night. It was fast and furious and insecure.

Tonight is different. She lets me look at her and run my finger over her breast and follow the lines of her smooth body down to her belly button. She leans back on her hands, letting me fully take her in.

Curves I remember mapped with different hands, different knowledge. She's fuller now. Softer in some places, stronger in others.

This is the sexy body that carried our son for nine months.

The contact burns. Every nerve ending fires at once.

"Are you going to stand there staring all night, or are you going to take me, Petty Officer Stone?"

The way she says my name destroys any remaining hesitation. My mouth finds the tender spot behind her ear, tasting her salt. She shivers.

She tugs at my belt, fingers fumbling slightly with the buckle. The small imperfection makes this real, not a memory, not a dream.

When she has the belt off and the zipper down, I help herpush my pants and boxers down to the floor. I step out of them and climb over her, bracing on my knees.

She pulls herself further up on the bed.