We can hope.
We don’t have to go after them,he said again without much conviction. She was the one who made the major decisions, and he knew that they would be heading south if the other couple survived.
When they’d gotten close before, Jake had picked up impressions of Rachel’s past. And she of his. Now they were both focused on this moment in time. The two of them. Alone in a room. Where nobody could interrupt them.
We hope.
We’re all right, he assured her, praying it was true. And she caught that too.
You can’t lie to me.
I was trying to reassure you.
You can’t do that either. Not really.
Because he hated hearing her say that, he lowered his mouth to hers for a kiss that would have silenced her words. It couldn’t silence her thoughts, but he knew she was doing the same thing he was. Focusing on the two of them. Arousing each other. Getting ready to take a step that would change everything.
Everything’s already changed.
That was true, too.
His head was pounding. A background beat that he didn’t like.
But that was part of the whole thing.
The first time a woman makes love, there’s pain.
Not a headache.Despite himself, he laughed. And she did, too.
Maybe we have to break through a barrier, get tuned to each other.
How?
Only one way.
A man’s answer.
She made the wry observation, but he knew they were on the same wavelength.
Their clothing was in the way. He worked her shirt out of her waistband and slipped his hands under, sighing as he stroked the soft skin of her back.
Then he reached up to unhook her bra so that he could slide his hands to her front and cup her breasts.
“Oh.”
He smiled as he kissed her. He wanted to make her so hot that she couldn’t think straight. Maybe that was the way to wipe out the pain building inside his skull.
He knew she caught that thought when she slid her handdown the front of his body, cupping her fingers over his erection, rocking her palm against him.
Not too much of that. I want this to last.
She raised her hands, doing what he had done, slipping her fingers under his tee shirt so that she could stroke his back before pushing the fabric up.
He stepped away from her and pulled the shirt over his head.
She unbuttoned her shirt and tossed it away along with her bra.
He stared at her in the dim light coming through the Venetian blinds. “You are so beautiful.”
