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Warmth tingled through her body and pooled between her legs. She burned for him. She wanted him to lay her back on the pile of potting soil next to them and screw her right there, anything to ease the ache.
Naomi slid her hands down his back, over the hard leather of his belt to his slim butt cupped by tight jeans. She loved his backside, remembering it taut and bronze-colored against her white sheets.
“Let’s go inside,” he said against her mouth.
Naomi dragged in a sharp breath, and cold poured over her. “No.”
“Naomi . . .”
“No.” She almost cried as she pushed Jamison away. “You always do this to me. You kiss me until I want you so much, I’ll do anything you say. I won’t do it this time. I’m busy. I have a business to run and plants to get to the depot.”
“Let me help you.”
“No, thanks.”
“It’s a big job. You need me.”
She slammed her arms over her chest. “I needed you so many times in the last two years. Where were you then? Oh, I forgot, somewhere in Mexico.”
“Do you think this is easy for me? To love you so much it rips me to pieces to know I hurt you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. I did fine without you.”
“Why? Did you start seeing someone else?”
She wanted to laugh. “In Magellan? Who? I’m related to half the town, and I’ve known the other half far too long. Besides, I don’t need a man in my life.”
Jamison relaxed. “Good. That makes things easier.”
“Easier for who?”
“Easier for me. I don’t have to worry about anyone else getting hurt.” He finally stepped away from her, his big body tense and tight. “I told you, I’m staying, Naomi. In Magellan, in the house. With you.”
“Oh, really? Well, what if I don’t want you to?”
“That doesn’t matter. I’ll sleep on the sofa if you don’t want me in your bed. I’m not leaving you and Julie alone, because they’ll be coming.”
His eyes held a darkness she’d never seen. “Who will?”
“People I pissed off in Mexico.”
“What kind of people? Shit, Jamison, don’t tell me you got involved with drug runners.”
A hard smile flitted across his face. “There are more dangers out there than drug runners, believe me. I’m one of those dangers. I’m staying here to protect you. For now. For always.”
From the look in his eyes, he wasn’t joking, he wasn’t exaggerating. She felt a qualm of fear. Julie.
“Give me your keys,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’ll bring the truck around.”
“I left them in the ignition. Paco Medina is putting on a new tire for me.”
“Don’t leave them there again. Lock your truck and keep the keys with you. Or better still, with me. Get Julie, and I’ll meet you at the truck.”
Jamison turned around, hands in his jacket pockets, and strode out of the greenhouse. Naomi’s palms sweated, her heart pounded, and her lips were raw from his kiss.
There was a part of Jamison that she’d never understood, never reached. Jamison had known so much, had seen so much. He’d grown up in poverty, which had been conquered only by his entire family’s hard work and Jamison’s sought-after sculptures. Naomi might be an Unbeliever, but she realized Jamison knew things she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Something had happened in Mexico that f
rightened even him. Whatever scared Jamison had to be damned dangerous.
