Page 60 of Dark Memories
Her knees morphed into noodles, and heat pooled in her belly. She grabbed the doorframe to keep from sliding her butt to the floor. She just might die right on the spot. But not before she got her kiss, damn it.
He set his drink on the table next to the chair, stood, and held out his hand. “Come.”
That was when she noticed he wore loose drawstring pants and nothing else. Her lungs expelled another breath. He’d filled out since they’d been together. “Do you work out?” she blurted.
“Yes. I have a gym in the basement. You’re welcome to use it anytime you want.” His gaze roamed over her, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. “You seem to have forgotten that I’m the boss tonight. I said come here, Delaney.”
“Are you going to kiss me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
His lips curved in amusement. “Because you’re going to kiss me.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“What makes you think I want to kiss you?”Yeah, that was a ridiculous declaration, she thought when he laughed.
“Get your sweet ass over here. I’m not telling you again.”
She was tempted to test him, see what he would do it if she stayed glued to the doorframe. But her feet had other ideas and walked themselves right to him. When she reached him, he trailed a finger down the valley of her breasts, stopping at the vee of her robe.
“Take this off, then lie facedown on the bed.”
“Um, you’re not turning kinky on me, are you?”
He put his mouth next to her ear. “Only if you want me, too, Laney.” He untied the belt on the robe, slipped it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, turned her toward the bed, and gave her a push.
Okay, she’d play along, see what this was all about. As she walked toward the bed, he gave her butt a pat. “Hey! Stop copping a feel, Jamison.”
“Good thing I know you don’t mean that.”
True, but she wasn’t admitting to it. A plush bath towel was spread out on the bed, and she lowered herself onto it. What was he up to? She turned her head and watched him. He picked up a remote from the nightstand, punched a button, and soft music came on. Then he removed the lid from a small container with a candle burning under it.
“What’s that?”
“Warm oil.” He dipped a hand in, then his other hand. After rubbing them together, he straddled her back.
“Oh God,” she moaned when his warm hands kneaded her shoulders. She hadn’t realized how tight her muscles were until he massaged them.
“Feel good?”
“Seriously, you have to ask?” The man had magic hands.
“Just checking. Close your eyes.”
Deciding it was to her advantage to obey him, she did as he asked. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw Davidson’s body. She couldn’t do it. Would she ever be able to sleep again?
He leaned over to the jar, and then warm, oily hands returned, and as he massaged her back, he said, “Talk to me, Delaney.”
“Hm? About what?”
“You can’t close your eyes, and when you did try, you tensed up. Tell me how you felt today when you had to shoot your gun.”
The hell?
