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Rhys was still lodged within her, and Jordan didn’t want him to move. She loved the feeling of them connected. She caressed Rhys’s slick skin until her hand came to rest on his cheek. His eyes opened and focused on her.
“I love you,” she murmured. There was never a more perfect time to say those words again.
“I love you, too,” he replied. Rhys slowly lowered his head and took her lips in a soft kiss.
She could have wept with how gentle he was with her after what they had just shared. This man owned her heart and her body.
27
Jordan left the bathroom and padded to the bed. At some point Rhys had turned the television off. Only the candle on her side of the bed was lit. They had fallen asleep, and Jordan had woken to a cold mess on her thighs. She’d gone into the bathroom to clean herself off so she could sleep peacefully without feeling the proof of their lovemaking caked to her skin. Rhys’s light snore tore through the silence. She smiled softly and slid into bed. It was pointless for her to put anything on, she was sure they would be going for round two soon. She didn’t know what time it was and frankly didn’t care.
“Where were you?” Rhys murmured. He held his arm open to allow her to snuggle up next to him.
He brought the covers around them, and Jordan shivered. His warm, muscular frame fit with hers perfectly. She rested a hand on his chest and blew out a deep breath.
“The bathroom,” she murmured. She inhaled the scent of her man that she had already committed to memory. She would never forget what Rhys smelled like. She would be able to pick him out of a lineup of men blindfolded.
“Everything good?” His voice rumbled low.
“Yeah.” She laughed. “Someone left his mess all over me and didn’t even offer to clean it up.”
“The fucker,” he grumbled and brought her closer to him.
Jordan laughed again and shook her head. What was she going to do with him?
She ran her hand along his chest and down to his abdomen. The ridges of his stomach always captured her attention. His hand appeared on top of hers, halting her.
“Don’t start,” he chuckled.
“What?”
“You know what. Get some sleep, woman,” Rhys muttered. He kissed her forehead.
She nuzzled the crook of his neck, a wide grin spreading across her lips. She brought her leg up on his. Her hand slipped away from his and arrived at its destination. She wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard length that stiffened in her grasp.
“You sure you want me to go to sleep? I can help with this problem you seem to have.” Her voice grew husky as she sent her hand along the entire length of him.
Rhys moved with lightning speed and had her on her back.
Jordan’s heart raced, then paused.
Her phone rang.
Not only was it ringing, but it was the special tone she had set aside for SWAT.
“Son of a bitch,” Jordan swore. That sound was like taking a cold bucket of water to the face. She pushed Rhys off her and rolled to the side of the bed. She heard the phone ring but couldn’t see it. “Where the hell is it?”
She leaned over the bed, and somehow it had fallen on the floor and was peeking out from underneath. She snatched it up and swiped the screen.
“Knight,” she answered. The mattress shifted behind her. Jordan was already swinging out of the bed. Her feet landed onthe floor and took her over to the dresser. She opened the drawer Rhys had cleared out for her and snatched a pair of undies and a sports bra.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty,” Declan’s voice came through the phone. “You said you were ready to be back at work, so get your ass down to the station. There’s a big fucking situation.”
The call went dead. Jordan cursed and hopped on one foot, trying to get her damn underwear on.
“I would ask if everything is good, but I highly doubt it,” Rhys said.
He came to her side of the bed and perched on the edge while she flew around the room and collected clothes. She went into the closet and put on her black fatigue pants and a long-sleeved black shirt to match.
