"I'm supposed to stay with you 24/7," said Lindsay. "Got a spare room?"
"I'd rather you stay in my room." Joe reached out for her hand. "I have to confess I didn't even think about protection this afternoon. And I don't have any condoms for tonight. But, Lindsay, I haven't been with anyone since you."
Lindsay's palm cupped the side of his face. Her soft touch triggered a heated response deep in his belly that rippled outward. He felt himself start to harden again.
"I haven't either, Joe. No one was you."
Her simple words drove straight to his heart and he smiled. "But we do have to worry about birth control, even if STDs aren't a factor," he offered.
"No, we don't. The accident did more than cause external scar tissue. We don't have to worry about protection at all."
The sadness in her voice ripped through him and he hugged her to him. "It's okay, Lindsay. It's all okay, now we've found each other again."
Her lips pressed against his and Joe felt her tongue seeking entrance. He welcomed it, and the erotic dance began once more.
Skin on skin, Joe and Lindsay explored the contours, the planes, the folds and the peaks of their bodies, sharing the passion until exhaustion captured them naked in its embrace. They slept, arms and legs entangled in the subconscious desire to be linked…