Key of Knowledge k-2

by Nora Roberts

  And that meant the flower had done the job.

  “The single-red-rose gambit is supposed to be romantic.” He smiled when he said it, just a little smugly.

  She stepped into the room, skirted the suitcase. “You said it reminded you of me. Just whats what supposed to mean?”

  “Its long and sexy, and it smells good. Whats the problem, Stretch?”

  “Look, you went for the big splashy date Saturday. Good job. But if you think I can be taken in by a fancy meal and a rosebud, youre sadly mistaken.”

  He hadnt shaved, she noted, and could have used a haircut. Damn it, shed always been a sucker for that heading-toward-scruffy look on him.

  Then there was the expression on his face when she stepped in the door, before hed known she was there. Half dreamy, half gone. And his mouth had been sort of grim and determined.

  She had to grip the doorjamb to stop herself from rushing over and biting that mouth.

  And now he was just watching her, that cocky half smile on his face. She didnt know whether to punch him or jump him,

  “Im not some starry-eyed kid this time around, and… what are you grinning at?”

  “Got you over here, didnt it?”

  “Well, Im not staying. Im just here to tell you it doesnt work.”

  “I missed you. The more Im around you, the more I realize how much.”

  Her heart fluttered and was ruthlessly ignored. “That doesnt cut it with me either.”

  “What does?”

  “You might try straight-up honesty for a change. Saying what you mean without any of the goofy touches. Which are clichйs, by the way,” she added as he stubbed out the cigarette and got to his feet.

  And clichйs became clichйs, she thought, because they goddamn worked.

  “All right.” He stopped in front of her, hooked his fingers in the neck of her sweatshirt and tugged her forward. “Cant get my mind off you, Dana. I can tuck you away in it for stretches of time, but youre still in there. Like a splinter.”

  “So yank me out.” She thrust up her chin. “Go ahead.”

  “I like you there, which makes me a glutton for punishment. I like you here, curling your lip at me and smelling of rain.”

  He reached up, tugged the band out of her hair and tossed it aside. Then he wrapped his fingers where the band had been. “I want to take you to bed, right now. I want to sink my teeth into you. I want to bury myself inside you. And when were done, I want to do it all over again.”

  He angled his head, kept his eyes on hers. “Hows that for straight-up honesty?”

  “Not half bad.”

  Chapter Ten

  HE stared at her, trying to gauge her mood. “If that wasnt a yes” he decided, “youd better run for the door. Fast.”

  “It—”

  The rest of the words spilled down her throat when he swung her off her feet. “Too late. I win by default.”

  She did her best to frown, but it wasnt easy with the giddy thrill pumping through her. “Maybe I only want you because youre one of the few guys who can cart me around like Im in the featherweight division.”

  “Its a start. I like your build, Stretch. Lots of territory to explore. What are you carrying now?” He juggled her a bit. “About one-fifty?”

  A dangerous glint sharpened her eyes. “You think a comment like thats going to make me go gooey?”

  “And every ounce exquisitely packed.”

  “Nice save.”

  “Thanks. I like your face, too.”

  “If youre about to say something about it being full of character, Im going to hurt you.”

  “Those deep, dark eyes.” He laid her on the bed as he looked into them. “I never could get the image of those eyes out of my head. Then theres that mouth. All soft and ripe and tasty.” He nipped into her bottom lip, tugged gently. “I could spend hours thinking about your mouth.”

  She wasnt going gooey, exactly, but she had to admit something inside was definitely warming up. “Youre better at this than you used to be.”

  “Shut up. Im working here.” He cruised his lips over her cheeks. “Then theres the dimples. Unexpected, capricious, strangely sexy. Ive always loved the look of you.”

  He took her mouth again, long, slow, and deep until the pleasure spread from that point of contact through her body and straight down to her toes.

  Oh, yes, she thought, he was much, much better at it now.

  “Remember that first time with us?”

  She arched a little, shifted a little as he nuzzled at her neck. “Since we all but set the living room rug on fire, its a little tough to forget it.”

  “All that pent-up passion and energy. Its a wonder we survived it.”

  “We were young and resilient.”

  He eased back, smiled at her. “Now were older and smarter. Im going to drive you crazy, and its going to take a very long time.”

  The muscles in her belly quivered. She needed to be touched. She needed to be shared, and with him—always with him—she could have both.

  Shed known they would end up here when shed walked out of her apartment. Maybe shed known, down deep, theyd end up here the minute shed opened Flynns door and seen Jordan standing outside.

  She wanted, he wanted. She could only hope that could be enough for her.

  “It happens I have some time on my hands just now.”

  “Lets start… right here.”

  His lips took hers with a kind of restrained urgency that shot shock waves of hot need through her system. Even as her heart leaped, he changed the tone, gentled it until that raging beat went slow and thick.

  She floated back on the memory of what had been between them. The fire and the sinew of it. And forward again, to what was now. A kind of wonder and depth.

  Helpless to resist either, hungry for the familiar and the new, she wrapped herself around him.

  His body was familiar. The years hadnt really changed it. Long, broad at the shoulder, lean at the hips. The play of muscles under her hands, so much the same. The good solid weight of him, the shape of his mouth, his hands, so much the same.

  How shed missed this knowing of another. And the rush of love that streamed through the pleasure of being known by him.

  Yet even as she slid into the old rhythm, he eased back and just looked at her.

  “What? What is it?”

  “I just want to look at you.” He unbuttoned her shirt, taking his time about it, skimming the backs of his fingers over the exposed skin. And never taking his eyes off hers. “I want you to look at me. Who we were, who we are. Not so far apart, really.” Still watching her face, he trailed his fingers over the thin cotton of her bra. “But just far enough to be interesting, dont you think?”

  “You want me to think?” She shivered as those lazy fingers brushed her nipples.

  “Youre always thinking.” He drew her up, slipped the shirt away. “Such a busy mind. Just one more thing about you that appeals to me.”

  As his hands stroked her back, she linked her arms around his neck. “Youre awfully chatty, Hawke.”

  “Just gives you one more thing to think about, doesnt it?”

  He opened the clasp of her bra, then walked his fingers over her shoulders to nudge the straps down.

  His lips touched hers, retreated, touched and retreated until her arms locked around him and with a catch of breath her mouth fused to his.

  Hed wanted that—that quick flash of need. For him. Because no, he didnt want her to think, but only to feel what they could bring to each other. Here and now.

  His fingers tangled in her hair, then his hands fisted there, drawing her head back so that he could plunder her mouth, her throat. So that he could, for a moment, release the restless animal that prowled inside him.

  He could have devoured her in one reckless bite. But that was too fast, that was too easy. Instead he let the heat rage and tormented them both.

  He feasted on her, then sampled. His hands rushed over her, then slowed and lingered. When
she trembled, so did he.

  Her body had always been the purest of pleasures to him. Not just the shape and texture, but its eagerness to enjoy, its openness to the adventure of sex. The thunder of her heart under his lips aroused him as much as the ripe breasts.

  All that lovely smooth skin that shivered under the pass of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth, was only more of a thrill when the woman urged him to take more.

  Her hands rushed over him, tugging at his shut. And the throaty purr of approval as her nails scraped his flesh had his blood burning so he had to fight a vicious war not to hurry.

  But he wasnt going to gulp when he could sip.

  Where had this patience come from? He would drive her mad with it. How could his mouth be so fevered and his hands so exquisitely controlled? His muscles quivered under her hands, and she knew him, oh, she knew him well enough to exploit his wants and weaknesses. Yet even as he met her demands, even as he pushed her to the trembling edge, he held back and left her quaking.

  “For Gods sake, Jordan.”

  “Youre not crazy enough yet.” His breath tore out of his lungs, but he pinned her arms down and continued to fuel the flames with his mouth. “Neither am I.”

  There was so much of her, and he needed it all. The sumptuous body, the questing mind, and that part of her heart hed lost through carelessness. He needed more than her desire and heat. He needed her trust again, and would settle for a glimmer of the affection theyd once shared. He wanted back what hed given up in order to survive.

  He released her hands to embrace her, to hold her tight, tight as they rolled over the bed.

  Her skin was slick with sweat, and she was hot and wet and ready. He had only to cup her to fling her over the edge. She sobbed out his name as her body erupted. And he knew when she went limp beneath him shed given him something he hadnt known hed craved.

  Her surrender.

  “Dana.” He said her name over and over as his lips rushed over her face. When her eyes, so dark and heavy, opened and looked into his, he slid silkily inside her.

  It was coming home and finding that what youd left was only richer, truer, stronger than what had been. Impossibly moved, he linked his fingers with hers, gripped tight, and gave himself.

  Accepting, she arched to him, then lifting her lips, found his and joined them. The sweetness of it brought an ache to her throat as pleasure built on top of pleasure. They matched, beat for beat, then thrust for thrust when sweetness became desperation.

  They were still joined, lips, hands, loins, when they fell. * * *

  IT could be, Dana thought as she lay sprawled over Jordan, that she had just experienced the most intense, spectacular sex of her life.

  Not that she intended to mention it. Despite the afterglow and the filmy haze of love, she didnt have to feed his ego.

  But if she were going to mention it, she would have to say her body had never felt more deliciously used. She wouldnt object to having it used in just that way on a regular basis.

  Then again, sex had never been their problem. Wasnt their problem the fact she didnt know what their problem had been? Or was. Or might be.

  Hell with it.

  “Youre thinking again,” Jordan murmured, and ran a finger slowly down her spine. “You think so damn loud. I dont suppose you could put it off another few minutes, just until I regenerate some brain cells.”

  “When theyre dead theyre dead, smart guy.”

  “That was a metaphor, a delicate euphemism.”

  “Nothing delicate about you, especially your euphemism.”

  “Im going to take that as a compliment.” He tugged on her hair until she lifted her head. “You sure look good, Stretch, all rumpled and had. Are you going to stay?”

  She cocked her head. “Am I going to get rumpled and had again?”

  “Thats the plan.”

  “Then I guess I can stick around for round two.” She rolled aside, sat up and raked her fingers through her hair. And when he reached out, she cocked her brows knowingly.

  Until he frowned and trailed his fingers gently over her breast. “Rubbed you a little raw here and there.” He scraped his knuckles over his own chin. “If Id known you were dropping by, Id have shaved.”

  “I take it „dropping by is another euphemism.” She needed to keep it light or her heart was going to melt right into his hands. “Besides, it was that unshaven, bohemian look that helped get me into bed with you.”

  She gave his cheek a friendly rub, then stretched. “God. Im starving.” “Want to order a pizza?”

  “I cant wait for pizza. I need immediate fueling. Theres got to be something that passes for food in the kitchen.”

  “Wouldnt count on it. Kitchens pretty torn up. Construction zone.”

  “A real man would go down and hunt up provisions.”

  “I hate when you do that. I always did.”

  “I know.” It absolutely warmed her cockles. “Does it still work?”

  “Yeah. Shit.” He got out of bed, dragged on his jeans. “Youre going to take what you get. No bitching.”

  “Deal.” Satisfied, she lay back down on her side, snuggled into the pillow. “Problem?” she asked when he only stood, staring at her.

  “No. Brain cells regenerating.”

  Her dimples flashed. “Food.”

  “Im on it.”

  She felt quite smug as he walked out of the room. Maybe it was just a little small of her to gloat, even mentally, that she still knew how to push his buttons. But it brought her such a nice glow, how wrong could it be?

  And it was better, wasnt it, then letting herself get all worried and churned up about what was going to happen next. This time around she would be smarter, enjoy the moment and restrain herself from expecting more.

  They enjoyed each others company, even when they were poking at each other. They shared people who mattered, very much, to both of them. And they had a strong sexual connection.

  It was the basis of a good, healthy relationship.

  So why the hell did she have to be in love with him? If not for that one little thing, it would be perfect.

  Still, when you approached it realistically, it really was her problem. Just as it had been her problem before. He wasnt obliged to love her back, and whatever she put into or took out of the situation was her own doing.

  He cared about her. She closed her eyes and bit back a sigh. Jesus, that was a sting. Was there anything more painful or lowering than being in love with someone who sincerely cared about you?

  Better not to think about it, to turn that part of herself off, as long as she could manage it. She didnt have any illusions this time around about them being together forever, building a home, making a family, forging a future.

  His life was in New York, and hers was here. And God knew she had enough in her life to satisfy and occupy her without adding to it by spinning dreams that included Jordan Hawke.

  Hed only hurt her before because shed let herself be hurt. She wasnt just older, she decided. She was smarter and stronger now.

  While she was trying to convince herself, she stared at his laptop. His screen saver had come on, and was nothing but a shifting spiral of color that was already making her dizzy.

  How did he stand it?

  As soon as she thought it, she had the answer. It would irritate him enough to push him back to work.

  Considering, she sat up. He hadnt turned the machine off when shed interrupted him. He hadnt closed the document… had he?

  She bit her lip, glanced toward the doorway.

  That meant whatever hed been writing was still on the screen, and if she just happened to give the mouse a little shake, it would pop right up. And if she just happened to read what hed written, what was the harm?

  Keeping an ear out for footsteps, she slid out of bed, tiptoed over to the desk. She tapped the mouse gently with a fingertip to flick the screen saver off.

  With one last glance toward the doorway, she scrolled back two pages in the docume
nt, then began to read.

  She was caught up quickly, though she hit what was obviously the middle of a descriptive paragraph. He had a way of pulling you into the scene, surrounding you with it.

  And this one was dark and cold and quietly terrifying. Something lurked. By the first page she was in the heros head, knowing his sense of urgency and the underlying fear. Something hunted, and was already feeding off pain.

  When she came, to the end of what hed written, she swore. “Well, damn it, what happens next?”

  “Thats a hell of a compliment from a naked woman,” Jordan commented.

  She jumped. She cursed herself, but she all but jumped out of her skin, which was all she was wearing. And she flushed, which was considerably worse. She felt the heat spread over her as she whirled to see Jordan standing in the doorway, jeans carelessly unbuttoned, hair mussed, a bag of Fritos, a can of Coke, and an apple in his hands.

  “I was just…” There wasnt any way out of it, she realized, and so she simply told the embarrassing truth. “I was curious. And rude.”

  “No big deal.”

  “No, really, I shouldnt have poked around in your work. But it was just there, which is your fault for not closing the file.”

  “Which would make it your fault for interrupting me, then distracting me with sex.”

  “I certainly didnt use sex just so I could…” She broke off, heaved out a breath. He was grinning at her, and she could hardly blame him. “Hand over the Fritos.”

  Instead, he walked to the bed, sat back against the pillow.

  “Come and get them.” He reached into the bag, took out a handful, and began to munch.

  “Anyway, it was the screen saver. It was making me cross-eyed.” Casually, she thought, she sat back down on the bed and tugged the bag of chips out of his hand.

  “I hate that bastard.” He crunched into the apple, handed her the soda. “So, you want to know what happens next?”

  “I was mildly interested.” She popped the top of the Coke, took a long sip. She ate some Fritos, traded them for the apple, traded them back. And, she thought in disgust, he wasnt going to crack.