Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him back with everything she had. Somewhere in his kiss was a question she didn’t understand. Whatever the question, in her kiss, she tried to make sure he knew her answer.
Yes.
When he lifted his head, he looked into her eyes, ignoring the storm raging around them. “I love you, Jennifer. I’ve always loved you.”
His voice was packed with so much emotion it made her heart get stuck in her throat. She couldn’t find words for a minute. Hearing him say he loved her meant everything to her. Well, almost everything. She didn’t want him to leave her again. But she also couldn’t deny the here and now. She needed him, wanted him, and yes, loved him.
He seemed to take her hesitation as a negative. “God, Jenn,” he said in a tormented voice. “I’m sorry for everything. You have to believe that. I’m sorry.”
She moved her hands to cradle his face. “I love you too, Bobby. So much it hurts. And I forgive you. I do. Stop saying you’re sorry. It’s okay. It’s the past. I—“
He cut her off with another kiss, this one tender, but just as long and emotional as the first one. Then he nipped at her lips. “I want you like I have never wanted another woman. Here, now, in the rain.”
She laughed into his mouth, but it was desire, not humor lacing her voice. Nobody else did this to her. Nobody. He was leaving and she wouldn’t experience this again. Deep down, she knew only Bobby could move her this way.
“The crazy thing is I want to say yes,” she admitted. “I want you, too. Here, now, in the rain.”
He brushed his lips across her as water poured down their cheeks and into their mouths. “Knowing my buddies, they are watching us from the window.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Besides, I have one more thing to show you tonight.”
He leaned back and looked at her. Water clung to his lashes and somehow only made him more deliciously sexy.
“I’m afraid we’re too wet to go much of anywhere,” she said laughing.
He grinned. “Not for this place.”
Chapter Thirteen
F
ifteen minutes later Bobby pulled the car up to a beachfront house, and said a silent prayer that Marcie had gotten everything set up for him.
Rain beat on the windows at a ferocious pace, making the view of the house, and the ocean, obscured.
“What is this place?” Jennifer asked through trembling lips.
He took her hand. “Ours for the night. Let’s get you inside and dried off.”
She tilted her head to the side, and looked like she was going to ask something, but didn’t. Instead, she said simply, “All right.”
He squeezed her hand before letting it go. “Stay put and I’ll come around and get you.”
She nodded as a sweet little smile slipped onto her lips. He liked that smile. It was a smile that came with intimacy. The kind he wanted now and forever with her.
They ran to the house, mud puddles splashing around them, laughter on their lips. They stepped inside the front door of the house, and directly into a small hallway. Bobby flipped on the lights and put his hand on Jennifer’s back to urge her forward towards the living room.
He flipped on the light and stood behind her, taking in the scene that she was seeing for the first time himself. Silently, he vowed to thank Marcie in a big way.
Everything was perfect.
A blow-up mattress covered in a white down comforter sat in the middle of the empty room like a centerpiece to the hard wood floors. Champagne chilled in an ice bucket with two long-stemmed glasses beside it.
A single red rose was in a vase by the glasses.
“You like it?” Bobby asked settling his hands on her shoulders.
She turned to him, tears in her eyes, looking amazingly beautiful with her hair plastered to her face and her makeup smudged. “I love it. I can’t believe you did all of this.”
He smiled. “Marcie helped, since I was with you all day and couldn’t sneak away. We even have clothes.” He looked down at their dripping ones, and then back up. “Dry ones,” he promised. “Marcie packed a bag for you. If you want to slip out of those wet things and get under the blanket, I’ll start a fire.”
She grabbed the front of his wet T-shirt. “What is this place?”
“You’re wet and cold,” he said wanting things to be perfect. “Let me start the fire and then I’ll explain.”
As Bobby got the fire started, he tried to keep from peaking glances at Jennifer. But it was hard. When he finally had the logs burning, he turned to find her stripped down to her glorious ivory skin. Her nipples were erect and rosy red. Instantly, he went rock hard.
Not now, he told himself. After.
She smiled, waggling a finger at him to tell him to come join her. The movement made her breasts shake in a seductive little dance. He bit back a moan. “Get under the cover so you won’t catch cold,” he told her, trying to gain a little control.
“Only if you get naked and join me,” she answered wickedly.
“Deal,” he said and pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the fireboard for good measure. She slipped under the blanket, covering herself. He silently sighed in relief.
Now he could focus.
He stripped down to his boxers, and then kneeled down beside her. She raised the blanket. “Get naked and get in.”
“Wait,” he said. “You asked what this place is.”
She lifted up on one elbow, balancing on her side and giving him a pretty picture of her perky round breasts, slender waist, and curvaceous hips.
He didn’t give her time to respond. “I bought it. That is, I put a down payment on it. I have ten days to change my mind.”
She blinked and then sat straight up. She pulled the cover around her shoulders, but did little to cover the front of her body. “You did? But what about the military?”
“You see, I own part of the skydiving business with Jason and Ray. We’ve been partners for years. They got out of the service before I could. But now, well, I’m up for reenlistment.”
* * *
Jennifer stared at him. It was too good to be true. Did she dare think…? “Are you saying you're here to stay?”
“It depends,” he said, watching her closely.
She waited but he didn’t say anything else. Her stomach was flip-flopping. Majorly. Over and over. She needed to know his answer. “On what?” There was urgency in her tone.
“You,” he whispered, and then he stood, moving to the fireboard and reached into his pants pocket. She wanted to scream at him to get back and explain, but before she could, he returned on his own.
He held his hand out and there sat a black, rather wet, velvet box. She covered her mouth with her hand. It couldn’t be.
Then he said the words. “Marry me, Jennifer. Make me the happiest man in the world.”
She couldn’t speak. Shock had her unable to find her voice. But she wanted to respond. So she shook her head.
“Is that a yes?” he asked, eyeing her nervously.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, God, yes. Of course. I love you.” She flung her arms around his neck, not even bothering to look at the ring. It was from him, for her, and because he loved her. That was all she needed to know.
“I love you, too,” he said looking down at her. “Now,” he said, running his hand down her bare back and pulling her tighter against him. “What do you say to a little celebration?”
She smiled her approval. “I’m already naked,” she said, slipping her fingers into the sides of his boxers. “Now it’s your turn.”
About Lisa
Lisa Jones lives in Austin, Texas, a college town where sexy cowboys and UT Football players almost seem to be the harvest. The eye candy produced stimulates the, um, well, mind.
Needless to say, Lisa doesn't have trouble conjuring up new men for her books.
Having spent years in the corporate world, Lisa laughs at the shocked reactions her ex-peers have when they read
her writing. Her response…every good girl has a fun, slightly naughty one dying to get out.
Hers is loose and loving it!
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