“Jo.” There was a catch of pure desire in his voice. “Ah, Jo.”
And she guided him into her, welcoming the feel of him as she eased both arms around his back and smoothed her palms up his hard muscles. He thrust deeply into her, and she responded, moving with him, not holding back even a little as she abandoned herself to the heat pulsing through her, the sweet ache of wanting him.
Then she couldn’t think anymore. Every fiber of her mind and body—her soul—was caught up in the feel of him, his powerful strokes, the way he drove her to the edge, then pulled her back again.
She’d never wanted a man as much. She’d never loved a man as much.
She buried her face in his shoulder when the spasms started. He didn’t relent, and she didn’t want him to, and when she cried out, she heard him say her name, over and over, and realized they were in unison, their timing perfect as they spun into a long, almost endless release.
“Jo,” he said softly again when it was over, as he lay next to her.
She smiled. “I like hearing you say my name.” And she propped up her head on one hand and looked down at him. “Elijah, Elijah, Elijah.”
“You couldn’t even talk there a minute ago.”
They both laughed, and they got dressed again, drawn, as if by an invisible force, back outside and down to the lake. The air was still but very cold, and the water sparkled in the moonlight. Jo’s eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. She didn’t miss the city lights.
Elijah stood very close to her, their toes almost in the water. “Right here or at the falls. My deck. The lodge. Washington. I don’t care.” He turned and brushed a knuckle gently across her cheek. “I love you, Jo.”
She grabbed his hand into hers and took a breath, and she tried to speak but couldn’t get any words out.
He kissed her hand. “I want to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives.”
“Elijah…”
“The rest doesn’t matter. What we’ll do, where we’ll live—it doesn’t matter, so long as we’re together. Jo, I’m asking you to marry me.”
She couldn’t get a decent breath.
He smiled. “Speechless, are you?” With his free hand, he dug into his jacket pocket, producing a diamond ring. He held it between his thumb and forefinger. “I don’t know what happened to the little box it came in. Maybe there wasn’t one.”
“You’ve been chasing bad guys, Elijah. When have you had time—”
“I bought this ring for you the day you graduated from high school. I helped old Pete Harper cut cordwood out here to earn the money. I didn’t buy it in town. I knew your father would shoot me if he knew. It’s not expensive, but I thought for now…”
“Forever.” It was all she could think to say. “It’s perfect.”
“I’m sorry I hurt you, Jo. I’m sorry I never answered your letters.”
She blinked back tears. “I’m sorry I hung on. Elijah…” Finally, she laughed, squeezing his hand. “Nothing’s changed after all, has it? I love you. I always have. I’ve never stopped. I never will stop.”
He slipped the ring onto her finger and put his arm around her, pulling her close to him as he kissed the top of her head. “Can you picture it, Jo? Our kids. Out here. I can see them now.” He laughed as if he could, indeed, see them. “We’ll have our hands full.”
“We will,” Jo said.
Elijah’s arm tightened around her as a breeze stirred, floating down from Cameron Mountain and across the moonlit lake, and she leaned against the man she’d loved for as long as she could remember.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-2362-6
COLD PURSUIT
Copyright © 2008 by Carla Neggers.
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