We grabbed towels and dried off hastily, then I was leading her through the house to my bedroom, both of us leaving wet footprints on the floor.

My bed was massive—king-sized with dark sheets—and when I laid her down on it, the sight of her naked and wanting in my personal space did something to me.

"You're beautiful," I said, climbing over her. "And you're here. In my bed. I still can't quite believe it."

"Believe it," she said, pulling me down for a kiss. "I'm here. I'm yours. At least for this weekend."

Something in my chest tightened at for this weekend, but I pushed it aside to focus...