“Open and different?”
He laughed softly. “Yeah, but that’s not what I was going to say. You made me love you, Jessica Jane. I love you.”
She tried to breathe, but he could tell the words had strangled her. Or maybe it was the response, the expected, hoped-for response, that strangled her. She stared at him, something unreadable in her eyes.
Fear? Was she still afraid?
“Do you love me?” he asked.
She stood perfectly silent, that vein in her temple pulsing rapidly. “I think I do,” she finally whispered.
“And that scares you.”
“More than I can say. What if…why does…how can…”
He stopped the half-formed questions with a kiss. “The answer to all your questions is simple. Just say it.”
“But I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“I don’t care, Jessie. I still love you.”
She sighed into him, kissing back with tenderness and tenacity at first, then she gave in to a real kiss. A full-bodied, openmouthed kiss that might be the only way she was capable of saying she loved him now.
He’d take it. He’d take everything. He’d take anything she’d give him.
With his hands already roaming up and down her back, he walked her to the hall and into his room, not bothering to close the door as they kissed their way to the bed.
They fell on it together, touching, rolling, loving each other in a frenzy of unzipping and tugging and sliding things off.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow.
It barked in his ear with Lola’s old rhythm. To-mor-row.#p#分页标题#e#
He shoved the word aside, drowning out the sound of it with other words. Sexy words. Promises. Admiration. Sighs of pleasure and groans of sheer delight. Shoes dropped. Buttons popped. Her silky top whispered its way to the floor.
When he slid off her bra and took a moment to look down at her half-naked body, the blood in his head hammered so hard he couldn’t think about tomorrow.
There was now. This was Jessie and this bed and their bodies and heat. She touched him, making him hiss with satisfaction. He did the same to her, sliding his fingers into the sweet center of her, earning a long, low, helpless moan.
He peeled her jeans over her hips and backside, inching down to the sexy thong that beckoned him. “That thing’s not going to last long.” He rubbed his fingers over the lace, making her hips undulate.
“Don’t need it.” She writhed at his touch. “Don’t want it.” Pushed his head down. “Don’t care about anything but you.”
He kissed her belly and got those jeans down her legs. He straddled her, taking in the sight of her in nothing but lace and lust. Her hair in curls on his pillow. Her lips parted and wet. Her eyes dark with need.
“I love you, Jessie,” he said again. “I love—”
“Someone’s at your door.” She planted her hands on his chest and pushed him up. “Don’t you hear that?”
He shook off the sudden intrusion from the outside world, almost not believing her words.
But there it was—three, four, five slamming bangs on his front door.
“I don’t care. It’s locked. I’m not leaving this bed, and neither are you.”
She smiled and reached up to his neck to yank him closer. “Then come back down here.”
He kissed her, but the pounding didn’t stop. It got louder. Harder. Relentless. What the hell?
“Could it be an emergency at Waterford?” she asked.
He shook his head and went south again, lingering on the sweet buds of her breasts to—
“Goddammit, Garrett Kilcannon!” The man’s voice boomed from the other side of the front door, making Garrett shoot straight up in shock. “Open this door, or I’ll kick it in, you scum-sucking bastard, traitor, wife-stealing prick!”
Jessie’s eyes flashed wide in horror, but Garrett sat absolutely frozen as the impossible suddenly became real. That couldn’t be… That wasn’t…
“Kilcannon! I’m coming in!”
It was.
Slowly, as if in a dream, he pushed all the way off her, still holding her gaze, not understanding anything, but knowing…this couldn’t be good. This couldn’t be.
“Garrett? Who is it?”
He stared at her. “Why?” he whispered.
“That’s my question.”
Why would he be here? There was only one reason. One possible explanation. No, it couldn’t be. She wouldn’t have lied to him. Look at her. The image of…love.
“Kilcannon!”
Wordlessly, Garrett got off the bed, blindly aware of grabbing his jeans and stepping into them. His breath was still tight and ragged, but not from sex now.