Not Lust

Erica

"You want a glass of water?" I kissed his chest one more time as I lay tucked against his side. We were still trying to catch our breath from the long love-making session that started back at the concert.

"I'd love one." He brushed his fingers by my shoulder and pulled me down for another long kiss. "You want me to get it for us?"

"No, I'm good." I got up and walked to the kitchen naked and feeling far more free than I had in a long time. My body ached already, the delicious warmth of where he'd been a quick reminder that I wanted him there again as many times as I could handle until he got back on the plane.

It can't just be about lust. It's not lust for you. It's love.

But would he understand that? I would look like a stalker if I told him just how deep my feelings ran for him. I got us a big glass of ice water and walked languidly back toward the bedroom. The sound of his breathing caused my heart to flutter in my chest. Matthew Bryant was in my bed, naked and sweaty because