“Why did I see you? Why didnt they?”
“They didnt need to.”
HE wasnt sure what it all meant, and Rowena had left him wondering. What he needed, Jordan decided, as he let himself into Danas apartment, was a little time to get his thoughts into some sort of order.
Maybe he should write them down, as he had with the sequence of events. He would sit down at Danas computer and just let it flow.
But when he walked into the bedroom, he heard the shower running. He hadnt noticed her car parked out front, which meant, he concluded, that his mind was somewhere else. He poked into the bathroom to let her know he was there.
Her scream could have shattered brick when he tugged back the shower curtain.
With one hand over her heart, the other shoving at her dripping hair, she gasped for air. “Why dont you just make that squeaky violin music and finish the job?”
“Hey, its not like Im wearing a dress and carrying a knife. I just wanted to tell you I was here, so I wouldnt scare you when you came out.”
“Yeah, better to scare me when Im wet and naked and helpless.”
He pursed his lips. Shed always looked good wet and naked. “Helpless?”
“Okay, maybe not helpless.” She reached out, grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “Get in here, big guy.”
“Tempting, very tempting, but I need to talk to you about some stuff, and we need to get to Flynns.”
“Talk later, hot, steamy sex now.”
“Its really hard to argue with that.” He toed off his shoes.
She waited until he stepped in behind her, then handed him the soap and an over-the shoulder invitation. “Wash my back?”
“I can start there.”
“Mmrn. Im going to get all… slippery and… slick and… Thats not my back.”
He slid his soapy hands over her butt. “Its behind you, so it counts.” Bending his head, he skimmed his teeth over her shoulder. “Youve got the most incredible body. Have I mentioned that before?”
“Maybe once or twice, but I dont mind redundancy under certain circumstances.” She dipped her head back as his hands sleeked up her torso, slithered over her breasts. “Such as that.”
“Then Ill risk repeating myself.” He turned her around. “I love you.” He laid his lips on hers. “Im so in love with you.”
With a sound of pleasure and joy, she hooked her arms around his neck, poured herself into him.
Water sluiced over them, and the steam billowed up.Resh slid over flesh, and soapy hands glided to tease and arouse. Lips rubbed and nibbled, then began to hunger.
Her heart was so full she wondered it didnt burst like light and rock the room. “Its different.” She kissed his mouth, his throat, his mouth. “Its different now, knowing you love me.” She fisted her hands in his hair to draw him back an inch. “Its different now, when I can tell you I love you.”
“Then its always going to be different, because Im never going to stop.”
Their mouths met again.
It was different. Every touch, every taste, every need was gilded with a sense of belonging. Water showered over them as he anchored her, as he slipped inside her. The beauty of it brought her a thousand sweet aches.
Hers now, he was hers now. And she was his.
She held tight, and matched him beat for beat.
Emotions swamped him, sensations; drowned him, and all he could see was her. The dark eyes, the sleek hair, the strong mouth, and water streaming down her face like tears. She held him, body and heart. And, he realized, she always had.
He felt her tremble, heard her breath shudder and catch, then her eyes went beautiful and opaque as she came.