“Soon. We’ve still got the bed later.”
Employing the same slow precision with which she’d tossed aside his clothes, she repeated with her own. None of her prior insecurities remained as she shrugged off her bra, stepped from her jeans and whisked away her panties. His gaze heated with appreciation as he watched, further firing her own need.
Dee scooped his pants from the floor and pulled free his wallet. A quick search uncovered just what she’d expected. He’d come prepared.
She plucked out the condom and braced her knees on either side of his hips. Dee clasped him, silencing him as she unrolled the condom with a languorous stroke.
Groaning, he palmed her back and brought her down to him, skin to skin for the first time in what felt like forever. Dee sighed, gently brushing herself along the tempting rasp of the hair on his chest—then gasped as his hands cupped her bottom.
“Enough,” he said again, his voice leaving no room for argument.
They rolled from the sofa in a tangle of arms and legs. Jacob twisted at the last minute, and she landed on top of him.
Exactly where she wanted to be, in control.
She wriggled until her legs straddled him again. As she lifted to ease herself on him, he grabbed her hips. With a growl of frustration, she clasped his wrists and pinned his arms to the floor.
Dee took him inside her, control slipping elusively away as the heat of him filled her. Jacob’s jaw clenched as he battled for restraint. She reveled in pushing him to the edge before he’d even had a chance to touch her.
He shook his hands free of her grasp and filled them with her breasts, his thumbs circling her already pebble-tight peaks. She slid her hands over his and pressed while her h*ps rocked against him.
He palmed the small of Dee’s back and began rolling her off him. She resisted. He braced a leg around hers and started to flip Dee to her back. Again, she resisted, her eyes sparking a mix of mischief and resolve.
He stroked her hair from her face, searching her eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“Everything.”
Jacob hooked her leg over his hip and flipped her to her back in a smooth sweep that left her gasping, gripping his shoulders to secure herself the swirl of sensation.
He drove into her with powerful thrusts she met and equaled. She found new strength in his, new reserves she never knew she possessed.
Jacob reached between them and stroked her, teased her. “You’re mine.”
Dee tensed her leg around him, her body trembling with the force of powerful emotions she only just barely contained. “You’re mine.”
She watched her words register in his mind a second before she catapulted him over the edge, Jacob’s hoarse shouts of completion sending an aftershock through her. Somewhere in her fogged brain, she heard him gasping, too.
Was he shaking or was she?
He gathered her to his chest, buried his face in her hair, and she wondered what the hell had just happened between them.
You’re mine.
Her words or his? On a day filled with too many questions, she couldn’t find the answer before sleep overwhelmed her.
The ringing alarm clock pulled Dee from sleep. She waited for Jacob to hit the snooze button, but the warm weight of his leg between hers didn’t move. The steady beat of his heart thumped beneath her ear as she squinted against the morning light piercing through the mini-blinds.
Slowly the layers of grogginess peeled away and she realized it wasn’t a clock, it was the—
“Phone, damn it.” Jacob bolted upright and reached to snag the receiver. He scrubbed a hand over his face, then up to his mussed hair. “Jacob Stone here.”
Dee gasped, sat up, praying he’d picked up in time. No one knew to call them here except for his friend with the OSI. Anyone else would have used his cell phone number.
She hugged the plaid cover to ward off the chill of the winter morning and abrupt wake-up after the night of warm comfort in Jacob’s arms. Still, she was immediately alert. Tense. Waiting for any news of her little boy.
“Yeah,” he barked into the receiver, paused, frowned, glanced at her with inscrutable eyes. “Uh-huh. Right. She’s here with me.”
Bad news? She prepped herself for the possibility the body in the river could be Blane’s after all. She couldn’t let herself think about the possibility they had found her precious son in those icy waters.