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Shame he had no intention of giving her one.
He just had to work out how to get her to the point where she wouldn't want one.
He reached out and brushed a section of hair out of her face. The dark circles under her eyes annoyed him. She didn't need to be running herself ragged. If she'd just accept his help, she could go back to picking up one or two extra shifts a month if she wanted. He'd like her to quit picking them up at all except that didn't seem likely. Not in the near future anyway.
"Flyboy," she murmured, her face turning toward his touch.
"Shh…go back to sleep."
"Penny okay?"
"She's fine." He trailed a fingertip from her temple to her jaw.
"Are you coming to bed now?"
"Soon." He dragged his finger back up to her hairline. "Sleep."
"Mm…'kay."
Jack stood there, leaning over Lys, running his finger up and down the side of her face until she drifted off. When he was sure she wouldn't wake again, he moved away and walked around to his side of the bed. For a couple who, according to Lys, hadn't been serious, they'd picked sides months ago. That spoke of commitment, permanence, and he'd take it as a good sign.
He needed all the positive indicators he could get.
Stripping out of his clothes, he climbed under the covers and stretched out on his back. He slid his hands under his head to keep them from reaching for the one thing he couldn't have at the moment.
Soon.
Hopefully.
He'd just begun to drift off when Lys muttered something and rolled over. Snuggling into his side, she pressed her cheek to his chest and curled her arm over his stomach, hooking a leg over both of his.
He didn't move. Didn't dare. He'd lie here like this, motionless, all night if it meant he got to have her this close.
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Alyssa burrowed into the warm body beside her and smiled.
Jack.
She'd know his shape and smell anywhere. She could lose her sight tomorrow and still find him in a room full of people.
Nuzzling her nose into the warm skin of his neck, she breathed deep, filling her lungs and holding it. She could never get enough of the masculine scent that was all Jack.
She'd missed this. Snuggling next to his sleep-warm body on lazy mornings.
Drowsy contentment washed over her in a soothing balm. The gentle heat radiating from Jack set her nerves humming and her core tightening. An ache, low and steady, pulsed in her sex and had her wiggling closer, pressing to his side harder.
Strong hands and fingers tangled in her hair and tilted her head up. Through sleep-laden eyelids her gaze met Jack's warm chocolate one, the depths drawing her in.
"Lys." Her name was a breath on his lips as he lowered his head and took her mouth with his.
She didn't—couldn't—deny him, actually sought the heat of his mouth with her tongue before he could search for hers. Hunger surged, turned her sleepy comfort to greedy need in one swipe of wet flesh. Moaning into his mouth, she dove deep and pulled him closer with yanking hands and scratching fingernails.
"Flyboy." She wanted—needed—more. Everything.
Skin and muscle and bone and hard pounding thrusts that would take away the emptiness making her body ache, making her crave in body-racking desperation. She'd gone without him for months. She needed to fill the void with an urgency that coiled and scraped and twisted until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Lys."
