Part 27 (1/2)

The suite was a giant open room with a contemporary yet elegant feel. Near the expansive window was a sitting area with a settee, chairs, coffee table and lamp. A huge flat screen TV filled half of one wall, and to the left stood a desk and armoire. Across from that was a king-sized bed with a French headboard and linens that looked good enough to stay in for days.

”I've got to use the bathroom,” she said, because she didn't know what else to say and per usual when she was alone with him, needed a chance to take a few deep breaths and get her body and thoughts in check.

”Take your time.”

Without looking at him, she hurried out of the room and to the doorway on the right. His take your time sounded like he'd wait for as long as it took. He wasn't letting her off the hook.

She flipped on the light, gently shut the door and took those deep breaths. The bathroom was lovely with a marble counter, a curved gla.s.s enclosed shower, designer amenities and best of all, thick, soft terry robes hanging on the back of the door.

She moved to the sink to splash cold water on her face. Dabbing a towel across her forehead and cheeks afterward, she studied the face in the mirror.

At twenty-eight, she could still pa.s.s for a college student when her hair was up in a ponytail. There were slight bags under her eyes-no doubt due to lack of sleep this past week. And she'd never liked the freckles across her nose. But when her appraisal fell to her mouth, she studied her lips and smiled, remembering the first time she'd kissed Hugh. She'd done it to save his life, but thinking about the sensations coursing through her body while they'd locked lips, she knew the kiss had meant more than a good deed. It was the beginning of a new life for her.

After losing Jason, risk became her greatest pleasure. She lived and breathed work, taking on any case without much regard for her own personal safety. She went undercover to investigate and eliminate dangerous individuals. The belief that she fought evil justified her every move and made the chances she took worth it.

When she wasn't working, she was pus.h.i.+ng boundaries in extreme sports to keep busy and help her forget the loss of her parents and Jason.

But now, staring at herself in the mirror, she realized the adrenaline rush she got from living life on the edge and being fearless in her job wasn't enough to make her forget she was alone.

She'd met someone who pumped life back into her deflated heart.

Hugh.

Even though it scared her to death to love someone again and risk losing him, maybe companions.h.i.+p was the biggest gamble of all. The biggest thrill that led to the biggest reward.

Was she ready for that? Her body s.h.i.+vered before she noticed a pair of unbearably keen eyes trained on her from around the doorframe.

”Hey, you okay? You've been in here a while and when I called your name, you didn't answer.” Hugh's head moved farther into the room.

”Worried about me?” When was the last time someone had done that?

His entire frame came into view and more s.h.i.+vers ran down her arms. ”I'm not sure how I should answer that.”

”You could al-”

”I'll always tell you the truth, Tess.” His eyes held hers in the mirror as he stepped behind her.

Warm hands rubbed her upper arms and just like that, she melted. Her head lolled back against his chest.

”You're s.h.i.+vering,” he said, moving his hands up and down a little faster. ”Are you okay?”

Tess couldn't speak. She couldn't find her voice. Words ran through her mind in incoherent sentences. All she could do was shake her head no.

He moved even closer and her eyes fluttered shut as she enjoyed the feel of being coc.o.o.ned in his arms. When his lips brushed the side of her temple, she lifted her lids. The song Hungry Like the Wolf played in her head when she noticed the blue of his irises spotted with gold. And not for the first time, she guessed the animal in him wanted to claim her as much as the man did. All the tension vanished from her body.

”I think I'm suffering from the same thing,” he whispered.

The decision to love him or leave him warred inside her. She'd lost most of her faith after Jason had died, but right now she wanted to choose faith over common sense and see where it led her.

”And I think I know the cure,” he said. ”I want you.”

At that moment, there was nothing she wanted more than him. ”Okay.”

Chapter Sixteen.

”What are you doing?”

”Warming up the room.” Hugh finished turning the k.n.o.b on the shower and returned to her backside. ”You still feel cold.”

”I thought you were going to warm me up.” She remained where she was, hands on the countertop, speaking to the Hugh in the mirror.

When his chest met her back, every muscle in her body tingled. She leaned against him, unable to stay steady. His mouth dotted the side of her neck with kisses that turned her into a submissive sack of softness.

”Oh, I am.” His husky voice annihilated any last hope of composure.

His hands slid down her sides before finding their way to the front of her s.h.i.+rt. He cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pushed them up, ma.s.saged them, rolled his thumbs over her pert nipples. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

She wiggled her a.s.s, made contact with his erection and wiggled some more.

He growled and danced his fingers down her stomach, slid them under her s.h.i.+rt and started back up again.

Steam filled the room, removing the chill that had settled around her earlier. With a slow, deliberate lift of his arms, he pulled her s.h.i.+rt over her head and let it fall to the floor. His lips slid to her shoulders and collarbone while those magic fingers of his undid the clasp of her bra.

She watched him in the mirror. His eyes were hooded and he seemed to be enjoying every taste, every feel. His fingertips drew circles around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then her nipples. He pinched the tight, hard points. A jolt of pleasure rolled through her.

Reaching back, she found the snap on his jeans, undid it and followed with a tug on his zipper. His erection sprang free. He let out a ragged sigh.

”You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered, catching her gaze in the mirror before the fog completely took away their view of each other.

”Tell me.”

”I crave you. Need you. More than I ever imagined I would need anyone.” He kissed her earlobe, the nape of her neck.

”Your scent drives me wild.” He breathed in her hair as his hands moved down to the zipper on her jeans. ”Your skin begs me to taste it.” His tongue swirled around her shoulder.

Her entire body alighted with sensations she didn't want to end. The tips of her fingers tingled, the pit of her stomach did cartwheels, her legs shook with crazy need.

He winked at her just before the last bit of clear mirror fogged up. Then he spun her around and pressed her against the sink. ”You make my days better. And you cause me so much pain that for the first time in my life I'm feeling. Really feeling.”

The sincerity on his face when he spoke scared the s.h.i.+t out of her. She felt the pain too. Felt it in her bones.

”I know what you mean,” she whispered.

”Do you?” He kissed her and didn't stop until he'd shoved her pants down her legs, shucked his pants and boxer briefs, and roamed his hands over every inch of her body.

Then he cupped her mound and ma.s.saged his thumb across her most sensitive spot. Even through the thin material of her G-string, he stoked a fire inside her she wanted to burn all night. He dipped one, then two fingers underneath and traced her wet folds with exquisite pressure. All the while, he never stopped kissing her.