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“She probably already has a dozen.”
Virtual reality, her ass, she decided as he tossed out more foolish suggestions—some of which he probably intended to follow up on. Soaking here in quietly churning water, candle stars sparking overhead, talking about nothing important, nothing tragic. That was restorative.
When she’d finished the wine, when the water began to cool, they stepped out. Before she could reach for a towel he wrapped one, warm and soft, around her.
“Why don’t
we watch some screen for a while?”
She turned, opening the towel, wrapping him in with her. “We could do that. Is that the next step of spaghetti and meatballs?”
“That was the plan.”
She looked up at him; everything inside him yearned. “But apparently I missed a step,” he murmured, then laid his lips on hers.
“You never miss a step.”
So he deepened the kiss, let himself fall into the moment with her damp body pressed so eagerly to his, with the dreamy scent of the water clinging to her skin.
When he lifted her, the towel fell away.
No words now; they’d both had enough of them. Enough of storms and soothing. She stayed wrapped around him on the bed, holding on, holding on while her lips roamed his face. Already stirred, already lost, he took his hands over her.
Quick, quick, no time for thinking, he took her up, felt her body arch and shudder. Accept.
Strong mind, strong needs, he thought. He’d fill them, fill her and himself. For a little while the ugly stains of the day would be cleansed.
For a little while, pleasure and passion would smother pain.
His heart drummed against hers. It brought her a thrill, that hard, frantic beat. But more, it restored. His life, beating there against hers. Their lives.
Nothing could change that, no nightmare, no shame, no poison in the blood. She’d brought herself out of the dark, but she’d come to crave the light he’d flooded into her world.
That light shot through her like a thousand arrows when he pushed her to climax.
She cried out, and he heard the edge of triumph in the sound. And he understood. She could feel and want to reach and take, she could give, no matter what had been done to her. She could live and thrive. She could want him.
That she could, did, would, humbled him. Enraptured him.
She rolled, sliding over him, feeding and feasting until he was mad for her. When he dragged her up, she straddled him, took him deep. And rode, rode, rode him like a stallion under the whip.
He saw, before his vision blurred, the strong curve of her body, and the fierce joy on her face.
She collapsed on him, body limp, breath tearing.
“God,” she managed. “Thank God, thank God, thank God.”
“I think I rate at least an ‘I appreciate it.’ ”
“I appreciate it.” She kept her face buried against his throat. “I thought I might clutch. You know, it’s been . . . a day. But it was just the way it should be.”
“Darling Eve.” Smiling, he stroked her back. “I was afraid I might clutch.”
“We didn’t. We’re just too damn good at it.” She shifted, tucked her head in the crook of his shoulder. “It was a really excellent step.”
“Quite possibly better than the spaghetti and meatballs.”
“It’s neck-and-neck.” She lay quiet for a moment. “I know you want me to sleep. I’m just not . . . we should watch some screen, finish all the steps.”
