“We have tomorrow,” he said. “Then vacation.”
“Sun, sea, and tanning oils for exotic massages,” Jenna said, laughing.
He stared down into her eyes—greener than the richest forest—and marveled at the way he loved her. Her hair, a deep and blazing red, spread out across the pillows in waves. It seemed incredible that this remarkable, beautiful, sensual woman could feel the same for him. That they could lie together so naturally, that laughter could combine with passion, and that they could live and work together.
And still be closer each year.
He smiled and kissed her.
Her fingers ran down his spine with a teasing caress, finding his midriff, then venturing lower.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
He groaned softly.
“Sex. Here, now,” he said. “The perfect place. In bed—both of us on it.”
“And you weren’t?”
She smiled and caressed him in one of her most erotic and sensual ways. “There?” she whispered teasingly.
“Oh, yes. Right there.”
“I can touch and touch and touch.”
He kissed her lips, then her collarbone and her breast, moving lower. He loved her so much, truly loved her, and every time they made love, it seemed sweeter and sweeter. Her skin was satin, her hair the fall of silk, and her movements--
Those were the best.
They slept after, entangled in one another’s arms, and he thought about heading to Atlantis and how he’d planned to ask her then if they shouldn’t begin to think about a wedding in the near future.
What a beautiful night.
But in the morning everything changed.
With the phone call.