“I knew you’d come, but—”
He put a long finger to her lips, then replaced that finger with his mouth and drank a deep kiss from her lips. “How about for you?”
“Special,” she whispered, dazed from his kiss. “Powerful. A little frightening.”
“I’ve wanted that since Wednesday night.”
“I’ve wanted it longer than that.” At his curious look, she said, “You’ve been seducing me with your voice for the past two years. How could I help but fantasize about what it would be like with you?”
“Was that why you did it—just to see?”
“You know it wasn’t,” she chided, and as he thought about it, he realized she was right. The attraction between them was an irresistible force. She hadn’t been in control of what had happened any more than he had.
“It’s been a while for you.”
She colored. “Was it obvious?”
For the second time in minutes, Jared sensed she was unsure of herself when it came to sex. He smoothed a long strand of hair from her cheek. “Not in technique.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Any more perfect and I’d have gone up in smoke. But I was worried I had hurt you at first.”
Her cheeks were pink. “Not hurt. I’m not sure I can describe the sensation.”
“You could trywonderful,” he said, and it occurred to Savannah that maybe, just maybe, he had some insecurities of his own.
“Wonderful, incredible, deep, hot, new—” She arched a brow. “How am I doing?”
“Just fine,” he said and hugged her close for a minute. Then the minute stretched into several, because the feel of her body against his was so remarkably right that he had to savor it longer. But the more he enjoyed it, the more curious he became, and before long he was exploring all the little curves that made her so special, and that led to a resurgence of passion.
He was slower this time, touching her body more leisurely. He wanted to see her response when he drew the backs of his fingers over her breasts, when he dipped his pinkie into her navel, when his thumb disappeared in the nest of chestnut curls between her legs. He wanted to watch the slow rise of heat, wanted to see her when she came. But his own desire took over before then, and all he was aware of was clasping her bottom and directing her hips before he exploded again.
He wasn’t the only sweaty one this time. Savannah’s skin was dewy. Jared loved it. Once he’d begun to breath normally again, he propped himself on an elbow and looked down at her. Her hair was a wild tangle on the pillow, her nightshirt and robe were rumpled beneath her, her eyes were closed, and her face glowed.
“You look,” he said, still slightly short of breath but thick of voice, “absolutely beautiful.”
Though Savannah didn’t believe him for a minute, she was feeling too satisfied to argue. She opened an eye. “You’re supposed to be sleeping.”
“And miss this?”
“Men sleep after sex.”
“Not me. I’ve got adrenaline picking up where testosterone left off.”
She couldn’t help but laugh as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and held on. “But you haven’t slept all night.”
“I slept yesterday afternoon.” He touched her neck, explored the hollow formed by her upraised arm, climbed to trace the delicate line of her jaw.
Covering his hand, she held it still against her throat. She had both eyes open and couldn’t look at him enough, couldn’t quite believe that he was real, rather than a fantasy. “Do you run every day?”
He nodded. “It’s therapeutic—like aerobics.”
She gave a small, puzzled smile. “You seem so totally laid-back and at ease. What’s the therapy for?”
He shrugged. “Midlife thoughts. The usual.”
She couldn’t imagine that he was having to make career choices, which meant that his midlife thoughts were more personal. “How long have you been divorced?”
“Four years.”
“Tell me about her.”
