“No. You’re the only thing I want.” He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers for a brief, too hot minute before he broke the kiss. “I want you in my life, Reagan. I know you’re busy with your career and I’m busy too, but if we can fit some time in together where we can find it, I think we can make this work.”
Reagan threw herself at him so he lay sprawled on his back, his arms automatically going around her to hold her close. She straddled him, her legs wrapped around his hips, her naked body molded to his. His skin was warm and firm and he felt so good she rubbed against him like she was a cat.
“I want to make this work,” she said, tipping her head down so their lips could meet.
He tangled his hands in her hair and held her to him, the heat between their bodies igniting all over again, firing them both. His cock hardened against her belly and she felt the answering call deep inside her body. She wanted him. She always did.
“Good. Because I want to make this work too,” he said, when they finally came up for air. He pressed his mouth to her neck, kissing a path along her skin and making her shiver.
“So, that’s it?” she asked breathlessly. “We’re a couple?”
“If you’ll have me.” He pulled away from her neck to smile up at her. “Will you have me?”
“Always,” she said, just before she kissed him.