She's Like The Wind (Angel Sands 2)

“I need you, too. I’m not going to sleep tonight.”

He smiled against her mouth, loving the idea of her being so wound up with desire that she would toss and turn. “I’ll call you when Riley’s asleep. We’ll see what we can do about that.”

“You should go,” she said, Riley’s name making her blink her eyes open. “She’ll be wondering where you are.”

He sucked a deep breath in, trying to calm down, but it was no good. He was too tightly coiled for that. “Yeah, I’ll go.” He ran the pad of his finger from her temple to her jaw, loving the smoothness of her. “Are you sure you can put up with me having to go home and be a dad?” he asked her. “Making out like teenagers and having to go home all frustrated?”

She grinned at him. “You’re worth it. And anyway, I kind of like making out like a teenager. Half the pleasure’s in the anticipation.”

“If you say so.” He kissed her again, his lips soft against hers.

“You really should go,” she said, her voice reluctant.

He pulled himself away from her, enough to leave a few inches of space between them. Immediately he missed the feel of her body against his. “I’ll call you when I get home.”

She smiled. “You do that.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers one last time, using every piece of willpower he had to pull himself back again. It was late, he needed to get home. As much as he wanted to be with this woman forever, that need would have to wait.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

“And the day after that,” he told her. “And the next day and the next day…”

She laughed. “I get it.”

“You will.”

“Now go home,” she said, grabbing her crutches and leaning on them. “I’ll speak to you later.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight.”

He watched as she turned on her crutches and walked into the lobby, pressing the button for the elevator. When the doors pulled open, she walked inside and lifted her arm in a wave.

He waited outside until he saw her living room light come on. Any other time he would have seen her up to her apartment, but his willpower right now was paper-thin. Instead he pulled his phone out and quickly tapped out her number.

“Hello?”

“I was just checking you’d unblocked me.” He smiled, remembering how she’d admitted to blocking his calls earlier that evening, telling him she couldn’t bear to hear his voice when they were apart.

She chuckled. “Yeah I unblocked you. For now.”

“Glad to hear it. I’l

l call you in a bit.”

“Drive safely.”

“I will. Oh and Ally?”

“Yeah?”

“You better get used to me calling you. Because I intend to do it all the time when we can’t be together. I can’t get through the night without hearing your voice. I’ve tried it for the past few days and it’s almost killed me.”

“I like the sound of that.” Her voice was warm. “And you’d better get used to me calling you, too.”

He was planning on it, because everything about this woman was a breath of fresh air in his life. His heart ached for her, his body thrummed for her, and his mind craved her. He could spend the rest of his life talking with her and still never get enough.