His hand along the silk soft skin of her thigh. Warmth welcomes his touch, sliding higher. When he breathes in he's filled with her scent, his cheek to her cheek, the rough line of his skin skids across the smooth line of hers. He moves to be against her, to find more of her curves.
Dog barking, he can feel that pounding in his head. His hand stills, his fingers flex and sink against her skin. Dog still barking, head pounding harder. She's slipping away. He wakes with a jump to find himself alone in his bed.
Dreaming. Her scent on the sheets, she changes them, launders them, she makes the bed. She's everywhere. Damn it all to hell. He cannot even get back to sleep and find her for just a moment more. Time to start the day.
