Or did she? He’d seen something in her expression toward the end of the conversation that made him wonder. But what did he want?
Right now the answer was simple. He wanted to sink into Jordan’s sweet body and forget about everything but loving her. That much was simple. It wouldn’t solve anything, but it would temporarily blot out the confusion and replace it with happiness.
When he pulled up next to the casita, she was out before he was. “Is it locked?” she called out.
“No!” He barreled through the door she’d left open and slammed it shut. Following her trail of clothes, he ripped off his own, hopping on one foot as he yanked off each boot.
He was panting as he charged into the bedroom. It was still bright with sunlight. Unfastening his jeans and shoving them down along with his briefs, he devoured the sight of her flinging away her bra and kicking aside her panties.
His golden girl stood naked, her breasts quivering with each ragged breath. She crossed to the nightstand, opened the drawer and picked up a handful of condoms.
He laughed. “Really?”
“You never know.” She threw one at him and tossed the rest on the nightstand. Then she got to work on the bed, flipping back the covers, pitching the pillows on the floor. Then she leaped onto the bed and lay flat, panting. “Hurry.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He fumbled with the condom and finally got the damn thing on. Climbing into bed, he positioned himself between her sleek thighs, made eye contact and thrust deep.
She clutched his ass. “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it.” He pumped hard and gritted his teeth as her cries and her spasms pushed him to the edge. By some miracle he held on and kept going.
She groaned. “Oh, Luis. Luis.” And she came again, harder this time.
He was a man possessed. So good, so damned good and he wasn’t stopping. Not yet, even if he was gasping and shaking, even if his head was about to explode. “Once more.”
He shifted the angle, watched the glow in her eyes, her parted lips as she sucked in one quick breath after another. “I love you.” He gulped for air. “And you love me back.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” He stroked faster. “Say it, querida.”
“I love you.” She arched into him. “I love you!”
He pushed deep and let go, the gush of his orgasm making him shudder and groan like a man in pain. But there was no pain, not in his body and not in his heart. Only joy.
Holding his position as long as he dared, he gazed into her eyes, so very blue. “Mila’s right.”
She gasped. “What?”
“Unless you don’t want me there.”
“At my clinics?”
“At your clinics, in your trailer, in your bed.”
Her eyes narrowed. “It’s the sex talking.”
“No, it’s me talking. We should do what Mila said. Unless you don’t want me.”
“I don’t want you to give up work you love.”
“I won’t. I’ll still do it sometimes. But mostly I’ll?—”
“Stop talking. This is only because we just had?—”
“No, it isn’t. But I have to get out of bed. I’ll be right back.” He headed for the bathroom. How had he been such an idiot? Mila was right about everything, even why he’d pushed himself so hard the past two years.
Jordan was here for a reason, to pry him away from his grief-driven, ego-driven mission to honor his father. And she needed him just as much as he needed her.
