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“Um, no, more distracting.” Finger hooked around a drawer knob, she tugged it open and pulled out several to-go menus, tossing them onto the island between us. “How do you feel about Italian?”

“Sounds perfect.” It took no time to narrow down what I wanted, considering I could’ve eaten the entire menu. Breakfast/lunch at that diner with Slade was too many hours ago. Add in the fact that the vending machine offerings in the break room at the station were dismal, and I was starving. “I know what I want. How about you write out your order and address, and I’ll call it all in while you go upstairs and change.”

Was it forward of me to order her around, sure, but Rain looked wiped. Something happened while I was gone, risking my life to pick up my bags, that had drained her. And since I was here, in her home, I was more than willing to help so she didn’t have to do it all on her own.

The loneliness I kept shoved down deep swelled at our simple interaction and the need to take care of Rain. This was another aspect of committed long-term relationships I longed for—helping your partner, even with the smallest of actions or words, to make their day just a little easier.

At her slow nod, I swallowed down my shock, having expected her to put up a brief fight since she’d been on her own for so long and fully independent. After scribbling down her order and address on a kitchen notepad, she headed for the stairs only to pause, foot hovering over the first step.

“There are two spare bedrooms upstairs. Take whichever one you want. It’ll take about forty to forty-five minutes for the food to arrive after you’ve ordered. I’m going to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes before dinner gets here. Remote is on the coffee table, and there’s beer in the fridge. Make yourself at home.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if I could join her, but I snapped my lips shut to keep the too-forward comment to myself. Sure, I was eager to pick up where we’d left off two years ago now that I knew she was single, but that didn’t mean Rain was. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable in her own house.

First, boundaries and expectations needed to be established. Then, if she was open to something short term between us, I could lick every inch of her skin, show her all the things I wanted to do to her back then and now could.

Like sliding my fingers through her dark hair, holding her in place while I fucking devoured her mouth, the same way I would her pussy. Or wrapping those long lean legs around my hips while I sank in balls deep, fucking her so hard the pictures rattled off the wall.

I swallowed a groan and adjusted my hardening cock.

Nothing could happen. Yet.

Food, change, then, if she wasn’t too tired from this long-ass day, we could have that conversation. Asking her if she wanted a short-term fuck buddy seemed fast since I hadn’t even been here twenty-four hours, but this wasn’t a new connection or friendship. We were just picking up where we left off. Plus, I didn’t want to waste a single moment wondering if she wanted more with me like I did her when I could have her in my arms every night.

Almost forty minutes later on the dot, the doorbell rang through the house. My stomach growled as amazing aromas of tomatoes and garlic filled the bottom landing the second I shut the door. In a rush to get the amazing-smelling food in me as soon as possible, I raced back up the steep stairs, nearly colliding with Rain at the top.

“Oh,” she exclaimed, skidding to a halt to not take me and the stuffed brown paper bag I had cradled to my chest down to the floor. “I was just coming down to get that. Thank you.”

My brain registered her saying words, but all I could focus on were her bare legs that disappeared into a pair of sleep shorts. The bag crumpled beneath my tightening hold to keep from running a finger along her defined thigh.

Swallowing down my rising need for more than the food in my arms, I followed her into the kitchen like a lost puppy. A lost, horny puppy. I stifled a groan at catching a glimpse of her perky ass that barely peeked out beneath her shorts.

Tongue thick, throat dry, I forced down a swallow as a sweet vanilla scent wafted off her.

Fucking hell, she smells good enough to eat.

My nostrils flared, imagining having her as dessert.

“Sorry it took me a while,” she said over her shoulder as she pulled two white plates from an upper cabinet. “One of my indulgences is soaking in a hot bath when I get home. It helps ease some of the pain in my lower back from standing all day.” Taking the bag from my hand, she set it on the island, pulling out the individual plastic containers with no clue about the battle raging inside me.

With my hands free, I clasped them in front of my raging hard-on, hoping it was enough to conceal how much I enjoyed seeing her with barely any clothes on. Of course, my stupid ass pulled on sweatpants instead of jeans, wanting to be comfortable. Which I was, except for the fact that I’d pitched a very obvious tent. If I didn’t get my mind out of the gutter, there would be no hope of it going down before she noticed. If she hadn’t already.

Eyes locked on the ceiling, I blew out a slow breath through tight lips.

“Not a problem,” I replied, trying tonotpicture her in a bath covered in bubbles with me behind her, cock deep in her wet pussy….

Fuck.

“So, tell me what you’ve been up to the last couple of years,” she said while dishing out the steaming food onto the plates. “Obviously, lots of changes considering you’re an agent now. How did that even happen?”

Clearing my throat, I ran a hand through my hair, pulling at the longer strands until a bite of pain radiated along my scalp, hoping that would take my mind off a naked Rain. Only it did the opposite. I imagined my face between her smooth thighs, eating her delicious cunt while she yanked my hair, demanding I make her come.

“Jameson?”

“Yeah?” I croaked, unable to look at her.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” I got out through clenched teeth.Fuck, I have to get myself under control. What the fuck is wrong with me? I never lose control like this.“The food looks and smells amazing.”

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