Free Live Love Rewind: The Three Lives of Leah Preston by Anne Glynn Page A

over and over. So had she. Yet he was still here, clearly interested in being with her.
    She remembered the first time he’d touched her and the electric shock that had passed between them. That spark had happened well before she’d ever heard of Area 72.
    She rested her head against her new boyfriend’s shoulder.
    “Neal, I’m sorry,” she said, “I think I do want something more.”
    “You might try Rita Talsman,” Jon said. “She told me she’s single.”
    With that, he swept Leah into his arms and carried her off to her apartment.
     
     
    Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Totally naked and covered in sweat, Leah looked up at the bedroom ceiling fan. Cloaked in artificial darkness, it sent a soft breeze over her body.
    Beside her, Jon was soundly asleep on his stomach. When she listened closely, she could hear him breathing. It comforted her.
    I’ll bet you’re exhausted , she thought. We had sex all night long, then twice more when we returned to the apartment. I quit counting orgasms, three orgasms ago.
    She hadn’t, though: Seven full-blown, legs’-trembling, head-swimming ohs . Not counting this last, only semi-there pleasure ride. Leah had felt too tired to make a final push toward Nirvana once again.
    Not that she’d let Jon know. Their relationship was still too new for her to be quite so honest.
    While the FBI agent had almost immediately fallen asleep, Leah was somehow still awake. She let her hand run over the curve of his muscular, perfect ass.
    Her bed partner remained in a deep and restful slumber.
    Rolling onto her side, she closed her eyes. Even though she expected to be every bit as weary as he was, she remained oddly alert. Was this lack of tiredness a byproduct of her trip to the aliens’ dimension? Or was her body simply responding to the most wonderful sex of her life?
    At his best, when they were first courting and Brandon had been willing to try anything, he hadn’t been half as gifted as the man she’d just enjoyed. Jon was as good as any lover she’d had in the past. In his own way, he was every bit as talented as Tanner, the man she’d once married, and she’d never thought she’d have those pleasures with anyone else.
    The way Jon used his mouth, his fingers, his cock – it was practically miraculous.
    The realization sent a jolt through her, causing her to open her eyes. “Well, shit,” she said out loud.
    What was it the Visitors had asked her? 
    If you could have anything, what would you ask for?
    And what had she answered? I want to find my one true love. That’s what I really want: yes, yes, yes.
    My own personal miracle.
    “Is that who you are, Jon Wexler?” she asked the man lying beside her. “My miracle in the flesh?”
    As if in response to her words, Jon rolled onto his back.
    “Did you, um, hear what I said?” Leah said, feeling terribly foolish .
    He didn’t respond. Reaching out, she touched his arm with her fingers. “Babe?”
    Masked in the darkness, he remained silent.
    “Are you okay?” she asked. She felt along his body. His arms were stiff, pressing along his sides, and his torso was nearly rigid.
    A feeling of panic squeezed at Leah’s chest. There’s something wrong. Really wrong.
    She grabbed for her bedside cell phone. Before she could call emergency services, she heard his voice.
    “Leah.”
    Her finger remained poised over the phone’s Emergency Call symbol.
    Speaking in an easy, conversational tone, Jon said, “Am I who you want?”
    “What? Oh.” Feeling foolish, she replaced the telephone. “So you heard me.”
    He didn’t answer.
    Trying to make light of what she’d said, she told him, “Don’t be getting a swelled head, pal. Whatever you think you heard, I didn’t say it.”
    Mutely, he remained on his back.
    Oh, God, is he going to tease me forever? Leah knew she’d have done the same to him if their roles were reversed.
    He finally spoke. “No one is perfect.”
    “I didn’t say you were perfect. ”
    “Know this,”