“Hmm?”
“Is that true? You won’t let him make love to me again?”
He cupped her cheek. “Oh yeah, darlin’. That is so fuckin’ true.”
“Why?” Jill’s heart thudded. “I thought you and Travis liked to give a woman the pleasure of two men.”
“Yes, I can’t deny that. But it’s past tense for me now.”
“Oh?”
He smiled. “God, I hope you feel the same way.”
“Well sure. I enjoyed tonight, but if you don’t want to do it again, I’m okay with that.”
“Good.” He fingered her moist curls. “You’re so beautiful.”
Emotion tugged at her tummy. “Thank you.”
“I wanted to give you tonight. It was for you. An experience you deserved to have. And it was your only chance to have it.”
“It was?”
“Sure as hell was, if I have anything to say about it.” His bronze eyes burned into hers. “Do I, Jill?”
Desire swept through her, laced with a touch of confusion. What
exactly was he saying? “Do you what?”
“Have anything to say about it.”
“If you have something to say, Dale, I sure wish you’d just say it.”
“Okay.” He cleared his throat and seared her with his smoldering eyes. “I won’t share you again. I want you to be mine and only mine.”
She launched herself into his arms. Happiness—pure, unadulterated joy—surged through her. “I’m yours,” she said. “I’m yours, Dale. I didn’t need tonight.”
“You mean you didn’t enjoy it?”
“Oh, I enjoyed it. It was a pure physical pleasure. But with you, Dale, I get more. We came together tonight on a level that was way more than physical.”
“Ah, God.” He rained kisses across her cheeks before clamping his mouth to hers.
The kiss spoke of passion. Of possession.
Of love.
When he released her, he cupped her face and gazed into her eyes. “I love you. Do you know that?”
She nodded, and a lone tear trickled down her cheek. “I love you too, Dale. I have for a while now.”
He brushed the tear away. “Don’t cry, darlin’.” Then a grin split his face from ear to ear. “Damn, woman, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I’m an idiot.” He laughed. “It took ol’ Trav.”
“I suppose he knew what he was doing.”