“Me, neither.” Leaning down, he kissed her gently before easing away from the warm cradle of her body. He didn’t want to go. Breaking their intimate connection took an effort of will. “We’ll talk.” He headed for his bathroom.
“Okay.” She sounded hoarse. Probably from all that yelling.
He’d figured they would make noise and had closed the windows before going to wait for her on the patio. He’d given himself a little pep talk, too, promising to keep the end game in mind. She would leave. He’d accepted that.
The hell he had. He could say it all he wanted, but his body had other ideas. His ego, too. From the moment she’d thrown herself into his arms, basic instincts had taken over.
They were still driving the bus. As he washed up, his cock twitched, wanting more. What was it about this woman? Was it because she was out of reach?
If so, that was jacked up. In any event, he’d seriously miscalculated how intense this interlude could be. He needed to bail. Now.
Returning to the bedroom, he was treated to a familiar sight — Jordan propped against the headboard, a pillow behind her back. The sheets were still tangled at the foot of the bed.
During their previous nights together, they’d made love and then sat in bed talking. They’d discussed anything and everything until a glance or a subtle nudge had them rolling around on the mattress again.
Votives hadn’t been part of the mix, though. The flames bathed her creamy skin in a golden glow, just as he’d imagined they would.
He’d always loved gazing at her body, but the votives made the experience more erotic. His fingers curled with the need to caress her warm, satin-smooth curves. Could he blame candlelight for hijacking his brain?
Doubtful. After the enthusiastic welcome she’d given his cock, he’d been oblivious to his surroundings. The whole damn house could’ve caught fire and he would have kept on loving her with all that was in him.
“I can tell you’re thinking. Care to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“You, querida.” He approached the bed. “Just you.” If he got back in, he’d make love to her again. He should deliver his speech from here.
“Then we’re even, because I’ve been thinking about you.” She patted the spot next to her. “Come sit. We’ll compare notes.”
The comment touched his heart. During their previous encounters that had meant comparing notes on the day’s training session.
Horse-related pillow talk. Only Jordan would think that was fun, and he’d loved that about her.
He might as well face it. He wasn’t going to deliver that speech. Not now, anyway.
He climbed in beside her. “I don’t have any notes. My brain checked out during that episode. If you have some pointers that would improve my technique, go for it.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know.” Shoving a pillow behind his back, he reached for her hand and wove his fingers through hers. Their previous conversations in bed had included holding hands. “I’m being a smartass because I have no freaking idea what to say.”
“Me, either, except… that was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.”
His fingers tightened. “Same.”
“Oh, dear.” She turned her head to look at him. “That’s bad news.”
“Tell me about it.” He held her gaze. “Kinda messes up the concept of a frisky romp in the hay with no consequences.”
“But we managed before.”
“We did.” He kept his focus on her eyes. Letting his attention wander would end the discussion and maybe a solution would come out if they talked things through.
“Are we just better at this now?”
He nodded. “Could be. We’re older. More experienced.”
“If that’s the reason, we’d have had great sex with other people.”
“True.” Dealing with this topic while naked presented quite the challenge. “To be perfectly honest, five years ago was the best I’d ever had. Until now.”
