clean skin that had infiltrated the most primitive parts of his brain to become a memory of his body rather than of his mind. A physical presence inside him, not a conscious thought that could disappear when something more interesting came by.
Despite anything they’d done sexually, either at Club Ecstasy or before, she still had the aura of innocence that had captivated his imagination when they’d first met. Her dark lashes rested against her cheeks. He brushed her hair back from her face, letting his fingers skim over her soft skin. Her lips pursed. At another time, he’d take that as an invitation to a kiss. For now, he’d just stare at her because he could.
Something inside him shifted, settling into place like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle. A perfect fit, plugging up a hole he’d only half recognized was there. He was happy. That shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but he’d tried too hard to convince himself he’d felt fine, when in fact the emptiness had nagged at him. Now he had her here, and unless he misunderstood a lot of things that had happened in the last few hours, they had a chance to make things right between them.
They’d never lost the magic—the intense physical connection that had forged the first bond between them and sustained them for the time they’d lived together. The expression on her face just before he’d entered her that last time. Transcendent. He must have looked the same. His heart had seemed to stop for those seconds, and he’d let his emotions show in his eyes. He loved her, and she’d sent the same message back to him.
They’d made love then. They hadn’t fucked or screwed or slept together or any of the words people used when they left their feelings out of the act. They’d joined together spiritually as well as physically. She had to have recognized the difference between what they’d shared and the other games with Jeff, no matter how much fun those had been. She’d have to understand now that his job offered no threat to their relationship. He couldn’t promise her he’d never use his body to serve another client, but she’d have to realize he was bringing his heart and soul to her when he came home at night.
Yes, they’d make this work. They had a lot of baggage to unpack, including the w word. He must have said a few things in his anger that he’d have to fix, too. But with the foundation they had now, they could build. He wouldn’t have to let her go again—ever.
A smile crept over his face as he studied her, and a warm feeling seeped into him all the way to the soles of his feet. Happiness, love, peace. The whole package. Still, he couldn’t resist the temptation of her mouth, and he touched his lips to hers, softly, and only for a millisecond. She stirred but didn’t open her eyes.
“Adam?” she mumbled in her sleep.
He knew her well enough to recognize that she hadn’t totally wakened. So he held his breath until she fell deeper into slumber again. Before she did, she snuggled against him, her nose pressed against his chest. His heart full, he put his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head.
He’d slay dragons for this woman. He’d climb Everest if she wanted something from the top. More important, he’d commit to doing whatever was necessary to fit their lives together again. She must want that, too. She had to or she wouldn’t have made love with him with such intensity. They had a future together.
M ORNING CAME FINALLY , and Susan opened her eyes to discover sunshine spilling in through the glass door to the terrace. She also found only one man in the bed next to her. Adam. There was no sign Jeff had returned. He must have realized she and Adam had needed the time together.
She stretched her arms over her head. Her muscles felt stiff and her pussy pleasantly sore. And no wonder. She’d had more sex in the last twenty-four hours than she’d had in six months.
Suddenly Jeff appeared, pushing a room service cart