Rebecca hurried in ahead of me. She straightened the sheets and blankets on the sofa bed and balled up a bra that was hanging off the back of the kitchen chair. "Wasn't expecting company." She disappeared into the tiny hallway that led to the bathroom and jammed the bra into one of the built-in drawers.

I followed her into the postage stamp sized kitchen. She leaned into the refrigerator and as her shirt inched up, exposing some skin, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on her hip. It was a vine of flowers, and it sent my pulse into overdrive. I'd held Rebecca in my arms for at least an hour the night before, after she had fallen asleep. After bringing her to orgasm with my finger, holding her in my arms, while she wiggled her nose, fluttered her lashes and occasionally repositioned herself had been pure torture. But as badly as I wanted her, I forced myself to go home. I lowered her down onto her mattress, covered her with a blanket and tiptoed out of her apartment. All the while having to fight the terrible urge to run back and climb into bed with her.

It was Rebecca, I told myself over and over again on the drive home. Then during the long night of thinking about holding her, thinking about how her body reacted to my touch, thinking about the fucking hot sounds she made as she came against my hand, I reminded myself . . . it was Rebecca. And then it occurred to me. It was Rebecca. She was the one person who had always understood me. The one person who I'd thought more about than anyone on earth. The only person I'd ever needed.

Rebecca put the container of milk on the counter and reached into the cupboard for glasses. I walked behind her and pressed my hands down on the tile, trapping her between the counter and my body. She turned around to face me.

"I know if we over think this we could find all kinds of reasons for me to walk out of here. But now that you're back in my life, I don't want to over think it or rationalize it. Because there has never been anything rational about my feelings for you, Rebel. But this is all on you. If you want me to leave, then just say the word and I'll go."

"Oh, Josh." She threw her arms around my neck, and I pulled her against me as our mouths met. Her lips parted, and I deepened my kiss as I gripped her tightly in my embrace.

Then the urgency took us into clumsy strip mode. I yanked the shirt off of her and tossed it aside. I broke away from the task of unbuttoning her jeans just long enough for her to lift my shirt up and off. She pushed my shorts off next.

By the time she was down to just a bra and panties, I was nearly out of my fucking mind with wanting her. My cock strained against my boxer briefs. Rebecca threw her hands around my neck, and I lifted her into my arms. Her long legs wrapped around me, and I carried her out to the front room.

"Hey look, a bed," I muttered against her mouth.

I lowered her down on the mattress. She bent her long legs at the knees. She bit the teasing smile on her lip as she dropped her knees open. I didn't need any further invite. I crawled onto the bed and yanked her panties down.

"Fuck, Rebel, I'm going to come just looking at you. I'll get a condom."

"No," she said abruptly.

My heart sank. "It's all right. I understand if you've changed your mind."

She reached up for my arm. "No, I haven't. No condom. I'm on the pill." She tugged me, urging me closer. She curled her hand around the back of my head and tangled her fingers in my hair as she kissed me. Her tongue dragged across my bottom lip. "I don't want there to be anything between us, Josh. Just the two of us, with you buried deep inside of me," she whispered. "That's all I want."

I kissed her hard. Her words had sent me into overdrive. My cock sprang free as I shoved my underwear down below my hips. I stopped the kisses long enough to watch her face as I pushed into her. I couldn't count how many damn times I'd imagined gazing down at her with her naked beneath me.

Her long lashes drifted shut. She pressed her head back into the blankets as she lifted her hips up to meet me. Our movements were slow and cautious at first. We were both absorbing the reality of what was happening.

She opened her green eyes and touched the side of my face. "Is this real, Joshua? Or am I in a dream?"

"It's both, baby. It's fucking both." I rocked harder against her, and she wrapped her legs around me to take me in farther. I had to work hard not to come as her hot pussy milked me toward orgasm.

I slowed my thrusts to long, sweeping motions.

"Yes," she sighed, "Yes." She reached down and grabbed my ass with her hands holding me tighter against her as I rocked deep inside of her. Her eyes closed and a pink silky sheen colored her skin as her pussy clenched tightly around me. She cried out as I pumped into her, driving out every sensation, every pulse of pleasure.

With her body trembling beneath mine, I could no longer hold back. I gripped her harder in my arms as I came deep inside of her.

I held her as our breathing slowed and the heat swirling around us cooled some. I lowered myself onto the mattress next to her. We stared up at the ceiling in a long stretch of silence.

"Holy shit, Rebel." My voice came out rougher and lower than I expected.

She turned to me and draped her arm and leg over my body as she rested her head in the crook of my arm. "Yeah, that pretty much sums it up."