“I’m not quite sure what here is.” Lifting her head from his chest, Savannah looked around. The room was done in navy and cream, very sleek, very modern, very masculine. “Nice. I like the skylights.”
“Me, too. Not great for sleeping, though. Do you know what it’s like to have sun pouring in through the skylights in the middle of what’s supposed to be your night?”
She looked at him, caught the twinkle in his eyes. “Poor baby.”
“No sympathy?”
She shook her head. “That’s what you get for working at night. Why do you do it, anyway?”
“I like it. It’s quiet, peaceful. Usually the worst DJs or the newest are stuck with it. I chose it.”
Given the fact that, as owner, he could choose any shift he wanted, Savannah had to admit that he wasn’t simply making light of a bad situation. “I wish you didn’t have it tonight.”
“It won’t be a problem.”
“If you’re down there, you can’t be up here.”
“So you’ll come down there.”
Levering herself up, she looked at him seriously. “I’m on trial. I may not need much sleep, but I do need some. Especially now.”
“You’ll get as much as you want. You can stay with me until you get tired, then come back up here. I’ll join you at six.”
“Just when I’ll be getting up. I have to be in the office by seven-thirty tomorrow morning.”
Jared didn’t particularly like the sound of that, but at least he would be able to watch her dress. Then he frowned and shot a glance at the door. “Where’s your bag?”
“I didn’t bring one,” she said, feeling vaguely foolish. “I came straight from the office.” She scowled, wanting to blame Jared but fearing the fault was her own. “I was in such a rush to get over here that I couldn’t stop home.”
“Are you sorry?”
“It would have been more convenient if I’d had my things.”
That wasn’t what worried him. “Are you sorry about the rush—the urgency?”
Savannah didn’t have to think about it for long. The scowl vanished, her features softened. “No,” she said. She kissed his chest, then did it again because his skin smelled so good. Then she propped her chin on a hand there and met his gaze. “The urgency’s a little scary. I’ve never felt anything like it before. But it feels good. I’m not sorry.”
“Good,” he said hoarsely. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Good. Because I’m not. And I’ve never felt it before either, Savannah. You know that, don’t you?”
Just as she nodded, the telephone rang. Jared glanced at the nightstand clock. “Shit.” Reaching across her, he picked up the phone. “Two minutes,” he told Melissa without so much as a hello.
“That’s about all you’ve got,” Melissa said. “Unless you want me to cover for you for a little while.”
“Don’t offer. I’m apt to take you up on it.”
“Want me to stay?”
He actually considered it for a minute, then said, “Nah. I’ll save it for a time when I’mtrulydesperate.” He winked at Savannah. “I’ll be down.” In the process of hanging up the phone, he rolled on top of her. “Are you coming down with me?”
Savannah crinkled her nose. “Maybe I should wait till Melissa leaves.”
He gave her a look that said the ruse was pointless. “She knows you’re here.” At Savannah’s frown, he added, “No, she doesn’t know what we’ve been doing, and she didn’t see you come in, so if you show up wearing my clothes, she won’t think twice.”
“She won’t have to,” Savannah muttered.
Lacing his fingers through hers, Jared stretched her arms high over her head. Bearing his upper weight on his elbows, he looked down at her breasts. “I don’t care if she knows,” he said absently. More attentively, he said, “Your breasts are beautiful.” He lowered his head to kiss first one, then the other. Each kiss sent live wires of heat through Savannah, none of which was helped by the stirring press of his loins.
“Jared,” she whispered, wanting him again.
