He nodded then removed her shirt. “I need to see you … all of you.” He smiled while unfastening her bra.
It was a vulnerable smile. Not like the controlled one he used every day with patients or even his family and friends. There was one very special smile that looked like a child who just had all his dreams come true. That was a very private smile for Jessica.
“What if I want more than your heart?” He cupped her breast and brushed his thumb over her nipple.
She smiled. “Take everything.”
He leaned back on the bed, letting her straddle his waist. “You first.”
Drifting forward, she kissed his neck, followed by every inch of his chest.
Never. Never again would she hurt him. He was the miracle.
She stood and removed the rest of her clothes and then his. That smile, her smile, came back to his handsome face.
That smile quickly faded as Luke cleared his throat. “Out.”
Jessica frowned at Jones who sat on the floor watching them.
“Sorry, Jones.” She ushered him out and shut the door. “Now … you need to remind me of what this whole adoration thing feels like.” She crawled up the bed and laid her naked body on his. There was no room for her past, no room for fear, no room for control.
His hands explored her body, hers explored his. Their lips connected as they shared soft moans. Luke lifted her hips and slid into her. “Luke …”
“I told you…” he kissed her neck “…if I had you in my bed…” his tongue slid over her nipple “…I’d never want to leave.”
“Oh … my … God …” Her eyes closed as she completely surrendered, letting him pull her under to depths of intimacy she never knew existed.
By the time she resurfaced—sated, exhausted, and thoroughly adored—Luke’s body was draped over hers. She didn’t panic and that realization flickered in her watery eyes as she hugged him. Jessica felt certain of very few things in life, but Luke’s love had become an indisputable law of nature—of that, she was absolutely certain. His body became her security. He would protect her from her demons … forever.
“Jess?” he mumbled into her shoulder.
“Hmm?” She teased her hands along his back, tracing each muscle.
“If I wake up tomorrow and live to tell about it … you should move in with me.”
She shoved him off her. Traipsing naked into his great room, she kissed Jones goodnight and put him in his kennel. Returning with two arms full of blankets and pillows, she blew him a kiss while tossing everything on the bed.
Luke turned on his side, resting his head on his hand with amusement tugging at his lips. “What are you doing?”
Jessica ignored him, proceeding to construct a barrier in the middle of the bed, separating the Qin dynasty from the Nomads. “Hurry up and go to sleep. Don’t flail, and let me wake you in the morning.”
He chuckled. “I can’t even see you.”
She peeked through a small hole in the pillow and blanket wall. “Jones is going to be so excited.”
“Not if you accidentally snap my neck in the morning.”
She blew him another kiss. “I’ve got you—I’ll always have you.”
Chapter Eight
Knight
Jackson scowled at Jillian from his piano as Brooke and her family settled into the lower-level bedrooms for their two-night stay.
“I know your mental state has been the hot topic for years, but this is truly insane.”
Jillian pressed her index finger to her lips.
“Don’t shush me. Those kids are going to tear this place apart.”
“Well, good thing we hired a cleaning lady.”
“She has a name you know.”
Jillian raised a brow. “Ryn, yes I know. I hired her … as our cleaning lady.”
“Well she could be more than that.”
“Oh?” A smile crept along Jillian’s lips. “Did you propose or offer her your body to help her stave off menopause?”
Jackson narrowed his eyes.
“I’m kidding. Either way she should invite you to stay the weekend so I don’t have to deal with your Oscar the Grouch attitude … oh wait, that’s right, you’re Mr. Snuffleupagus.”
“Not any more.”
“Ryn not into penis role-playing?”
Jackson failed to hide his grin. “Somehow I doubt it.”
“Hmm … that’s a shame. I was going to suggest that Lascivio create a line of penis accessories. I think action hero dress-up could be quite fun.”
“Would AJ do it?” Jackson raised a questioning brow.
“Would AJ do what?” Brooke asked, rounding the corner from the stairs.
Jillian gave Jackson the hairy eyeball before turning toward Brooke. “Grill out … even though it looks like it could rain.”
“Trust me … AJ would grill out in the middle of a hurricane.” Brooke shook her head.
Jillian smiled. AJ had softened her, exposed her humanity. Maybe it was crazy for her to invite her lover’s ex-wife to stay with her. Jillian didn’t have a boiling pot of jealousy waiting to erupt inside of her, but Brooke proved that with exposed humanity came a little spark of jealousy. It was a miserable emotion. AJ and Brooke had been married and raised a child. Of course Brooke would know him better than Jillian.
“Well, it was nice to meet you.” Jackson smiled at Brooke. “I’m going to … take off.”
Jillian nodded. “Good idea.” She winked at him as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.
“Your brother is …” Brooke stared at the door.
“Yes, he’s a freak of nature. But I’d say the same thing about you, knowing you have a twenty-one-year-old son and five-year-old twins.” Jillian stopped shy of actually saying the word angel.
“Pfft … I hired a personal trainer after the girls were born. I’ve had a tummy tuck and breast implants, but none of it stops me from peeing a little when I jump rope with the girls.”
Jillian’s jaw dropped.
“TMI?” Brooke scrunched her nose.
Jillian shook her head and maybe fell a little in love with Brooke in that moment. The angel’s wings weren’t real.
“I wanted to like you and it’s official … now I can.”
Brooke laughed. “I wanted to hate you and it’s official … now I can’t.”
Jillian’s eyes narrowed. “Why would you hate me?”
Brooke eased up onto the kitchen barstool and crossed her long thin legs. “Because you found what I lost.”
“What’s that?”
“His love.”
“You didn’t lose his love. You lost him. And I don’t think I’m with the man you married. I doubt he still exists.”
Brooke seemed to think about it as she stared intently at Jillian. “Char told me about…” she paused “…the tumor.”
Jillian nodded.
“Do you think that’s the real reason for his change in personality?” Brooke’s eyes filled with unshed tears.
She had to feel a pang of guilt as if she, too, was responsible for missing something, assuming it was the PTSD.