Page 60 of Training Rain
A short, loud laugh burst from his lips. “Are you kidding? You just stood up to three of the most powerful psychics in the world. You have no offensive skills and you never flinched even when Kane tried to intimidate you. You are an absolute warrior.”
Even though her heart filled with joy, she wanted more. She needed to know who the man she loved was at the most basic level. “Would you have made the argument to save Troy?”
“I would have supported a rescue, but you make us all better people, Rain. I don’t know if I would have considered his rights without your influence. I’m not saying I’m proud of that, but it’s the truth.”
She couldn’t argue, didn’t want to. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his briefly. “I’m going to shower and get some sleep.”
“We earned a good rest. Maybe when this is over, we’ll go back to New Orleans for a while.” He relaxed his hold as she stood up.
“We have to pick up Yas. We could stay down there awhile if you want.”
He stood up and pulled her hard against his chest. “I want to spend time with you. I don’t care where we go. If you want to go to Nevada, I’ll follow you there. As long as you’re with me.”
“I’ll be with you, Jess.” She swayed on her feet. Adrenaline had kept her going for hours, but now her body was giving out.
He steadied her, turned her toward the bedroom and gave her butt a pat. “Go get cleaned up and get some sleep.”
She took two steps, stopped and turned. “You’re not coming in?”
His smile was almost enough to give her a second wind. Almost. “I’ll be right in.”
* * *
Rain never felthim get into the bed. She barely remembered showering. As soon as the cool sheets touched her damp skin, she’d passed out. It was completely dark in the room. Jess’s warm body pressed against her back and his arm wound around her as if he was worried she might slip away in the night.
The room must have had blackout curtains. She didn’t even see light from the outside. After the landing and briefing she hadn’t gotten into bed until almost noon. Sitting up, she turned to look at the digital clock on the opposite nightstand. Seven fifty-two at night.
Jess groaned and sat up. “What’s wrong?”
She couldn’t see her fingers in front of her face let alone the other person in the bed, but she reached out toward his voice. Her fingers found the light sprinkling of hair on his muscled chest. “Would you mind if we turned on the light in the bathroom? I’m not fond of so much darkness. At least at home I would have moonlight. With these curtains, I can’t tell if it’s day or night.”
His hand captured hers, lifted it and his moist lips pressed against her palm. The kiss shot through her as if it was a divining rod looking for passion. Her pussy pulsed with need.
Then he was gone and she was alone in the middle of the king-size bed. The bathroom light flicked on and cast shadows across the room. “Better?”
“Yes. Thanks.” She still would have preferred to open the curtains, but she knew exposing themselves when people were trying to kill or capture them would be foolish. “How do you feel?” The mattress dipped as he returned to bed and pulled her into his arms.
Rain relaxed against him. His cock already hardened where it pressed to her butt. She stifled a satisfied groan. “Better.”
His calloused fingers slid under the tee-shirt she’d put on for sleep.
Immediately, her body responded to his touch.
His lips pressed against the sensitive skin behind her ear. “I’m going to admit something to you that I’ve never said to anyone else in my life,cher.”
Part of her wanted to stop him, to tell him not to divulge his secrets. She was hardly worthy of them. But another part of her knew that it wasn’t true, that the girl who had prostituted herself on the streets of Los Angeles was tucked away. She wasn’t gone, she never would be. It was that girl who had shown her what was wrong in the world, and many of the people she’d met during her terrible youth had taught her who she didn’t want to be. A few had even shown her kindness.
His hand explored the underside of her breast and she arched, pressing her ass firmly back against his arousal, and her chest to his exploring hand. “What do you want to tell me?”
“In all the time I’ve been an agent and even back to when I was in training, I never cared if I lived or died until today.”
She tried to pull out of his embrace, wanted to turn and look into his eyes. How could what he was saying be true? Jess tightened his grip and kept her in place while his mouth gently touched the shell of her ear. “The idea of finally finding you and then dying in almost the same breath—I couldn’t stand it.”
Her heart literally ached from the power of his words, the sweetness. “You make my life worth living too. I know it’s corny, but I don’t care. I want to be with you for as long as we have. Today in the plane, when I was sure we were both going to die, I was happy for the first time in my life.”
“Happy?” His grip eased and she was able to turn to face him.
He must have shaved before he’d come to bed, but a light stubble had grown while they slept. “Yes. You trusted me. Even though I don’t have all the training and I have no psi offensive skills. You had no idea if I had really understood the message you conveyed or if I had the guts to do what you told me. Still, you loved me enough to take a leap of faith. How many people do you think have that kind of love? So if I had died today, I would have gone to the Great Spirit happy. My life, everything I’ve seen and done was all worth it because it led me to you.”
