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Absurdly touched, he nuzzled her neck. “At night, I’d play your transmissions over, just so I could look at you, hear your voice.”
“Really?” She giggled, a rare sound from her. “God, Roarke, we’ve gotten so sappy.”
“We’ll keep it our little secret.”
“Deal.” She leaned back to look at his face. “I have to ask you something. It’s so lame, but I have to.”
“What?”
“Was it ever . . .” She winced, wished she could muffle the need to ask. “Before, with anyone else—”
“No.” He touched his lips to her brow, her nose, the dip in her chin. “It was never, with no one else.”
“Not for me, either.” She simply breathed him in. “Put your hands on me. I want your hands on me.”
“I can do that.”
He did, tumbling with her to a spread of floor cushions while the sun died brilliantly in the ocean.
chapter sixteen
Taking a break with Roarke wasn’t quite like stopping off at the deli for a quick veggie hash salad and soy coffee. She wasn’t sure how he managed it all, but then, great quantities of money talk, and talk big.
They dined on succulent grilled lobster, drenched in real, creamy, rich butter. They sipped champagne so cold it frosted Eve’s throat. A symphony of fruit was there for the sampling, exotic hybrids that sprinkled harmonized flavors on the tongue.
Long before she could admit that she loved him, Eve had accepted the fact that she was addicted to the food he could summon up with the flick of a wrist.
She soaked naked in a small whirling lagoon cupped under palm trees and moonlight, her muscles slack from the heated water and thorough sex. She listened to the song of night birds—no simulation, but the real thing—that hung on the fragrant air like tears.
For now, for one night, the pressures of the job were light-years away.
He could do that to her, and for her, she realized. He could open little pockets of peace.
Roarke watched her, pleased at the way the tension had melted from her face with a bit of pampering. He loved seeing her this way, unwound, limp with pleasuring her senses, too lax to remember to be guilty for indulging herself. Just as he loved seeing her revved, her mind racing, her body braced for action.
No, it had never been like this for him before, with anyone. Of all the women he’d known, she was the only one he was compelled to be with, driven to touch. Beyond the physical, the basic and apparently unsatiable lust she inspired in him, was a constant fascination. Her mind, her heart, her secrets, her scars.
He had told her once they were two lost souls. He thought now he’d spoken no more than the truth. But with each other, they’d found something that rooted them.
For a man who had been wary of cops all of his life, it was staggering to know his happiness now depended on one.
Amused at himself, he slipped into the water with her. Eve managed to drum up enough energy to open her eyes to slits.
“I don’t think I can move.”
“Then don’t.” He handed her another flute of champagne, wrapping her fingers around the stem.
“I’m too relaxed to be drunk.” But she managed to find her mouth with the glass. “It’s such a weird life. Yours,” she elaborated. “I mean you can have anything you want, go anywhere, do anything. You want to take a night off, you zip over to Mexico and nibble on lobster and—what was that stuff again, the stuff you spread on crackers?”
“Goose liver.”
She winced and shuddered. “That’s not what you called it when you shoved it in my mouth. It sounded nicer.”
“Foie gras. Same thing.”
“That’s better.” She shifted her legs, tangled them with his. “Anyway, most people program a video or take a quick trip with their VR goggles, maybe plug a few credits into a simulati
on booth down at Times Square. But you do the real thing.”
