Page 139 of A Matter of Time

I flicked my tongue over his lips before sucking his bottom one inside my mouth. I felt his body shudder beneath mine, and I shifted, lowering myself over him, taking all of him inside me.

“God, you feel so good.” His voice was raw, husky, his pupils blown as he stared up at me. “This shit is gonna kill me.”

And I smiled as I made love to the man I loved. I was an idiot and a drama queen; he was right. He was as crazy about me as I was about him, and how I had missed that I had no idea.

“Please come back to my place, J.”

“No.” I grinned lazily, clenching my muscles so he gasped. “I like it here.”

His voice was filled with gravel when he could finally speak. “Then can I stay here with you?”

“I’ll think about it.”

He had me flat on my back a second later, my legs still around his waist. “I wanna sleep here with you, all right? Can I do that, please?”

“Yes,” I said quickly as he shoved down into me. “Stay.”

“I’m the only one you ever let sleep with you, huh, J?”

“Yes.”

“’Cause you trust me.”

“Yes.”

“Remember that, all right?”

“Yes, dear.”

The way he was looking at me made my heart hurt. My tears came from joy, and when he wiped them away and kissed my eyes, I told him he could stay forever if he wanted.

“I want to,” he said, his face buried in my shoulder.

I couldn’t hold him tight enough.

SEVENTEEN

My phone woke me at five in the morning, and Dane was on the other end, reminding me I had to deliver the envelope with the charity information to the hospital before nine. I was groggy, but I told him I was all over it. He grunted like maybe he wasn’t sure I was coherent enough, and I asked him why he couldn’t take it over himself.

After clearing his throat, he reminded me that as he was en route to Powers Lake, Wisconsin, for meeting with a client, being in two places at once was difficult, even for him.

“That’s a lot of arrogance for this time of the morning,” I assured him.

He snorted out a laugh before he hung up. I lay there a moment, listening to the silence of the apartment, and realized I was alone. I got up and went room to room just to make sure before I called Sam. He was on-site at a crime scene somewhere, and his voice sounded funny when he answered.

“What’s wrong?” I asked gently. “I woke up and you were gone.”

“You looked so sweet lyin’ there, all warm and…like a kitten.”

“A kitten,” I said after a second.

Sam chuckled, and I smiled because I’d caused that.

“I’m really glad you called.” He sighed deeply. “You sound so good.”

“I sound sleepy.”

“Exactly. I wish I was there—in bed with you. I’m freezing out here.”