CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ROBYN
“Wow! That was more worth waiting for than anything I’ve ever waited for,” I told him. He grinned and ran his fingers down the side of my face making me shudder.
“It definitely was,” he said. “Now, go get changed before you catch your death of cold.”
I didn’t want to leave. I wasn’t cold as long as he was holding me. As soon as he let go I began to shiver. “I’ll throw you out a towel,” I told him in a shaky voice. He was still looking at me with that deep, intense look.
“Okay,” he said.
I got the towel and brought it back out to him. He was still standing in the same spot by the door. I realized that he wasn’t just wet, he was soaked. “You poor thing. You’re going to have to go home and change.”
He took the towel and dried his face and hair and then he said, “I think I have a change in the car. You go change before you get pneumonia.” The voice he’d said that in sounded commanding and strong.
“Yes sir,” I said with a mock salute. He grinned.
“Yeah, you better remember who you’re talking to.”
I went in and changed. I couldn’t ever remember being so happy. My face actually hurt from smiling so much. I knew from the moment I heard his voice on the phone that first day that he was something special. I put on a comfortable velour jogging suit and dried my wet hair a little with the blow dryer. When I came back out, he was standing there, clothes in hand.
“I’m sorry I took so long,” I told him. “It’s all yours.”
“Thank you,” he said. He started past me and then he stopped. Pulling me into his chest once more, he kissed me again. This time it was even deeper and more passionate. When we finally had to pull apart in order to breathe he said, “Oh my goodness, I got you wet again. I’m sorry.”
My face was flushed from the kiss. The front of me was slightly damp from pressing up against him. I smiled and said, “I don’t care. You could kiss me like that covered with mud from head to toe, and I wouldn’t care.” He grinned and went into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
AARON