My Heart's Desire by Jo Goodman

Author:Jo Goodman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ePublishing Works!
Published: 2014-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

The first touch was tentative. The second less so. When Jarret's mouth settled over Rennie's a third time, all hint of hesitation had vanished. His lips captured her sweet response. The kiss deepened.

Ribbons of mist rose from the surface of the water. Rennie raised her hand. Water lapped gently against the side of the tub. She touched her fingertips to the damp curling ends of Jarret's hair at his nape. Water trickled beneath his collar. A droplet traced the length of his spine. It was as if Rennie had touched him there.

He needed her to touch him everywhere.

Jarret cupped the side of her face. His thumb whispered along the arched line of her throat. Beneath it he could feel her pulse, first the steadiness, then the racing. His lips moved to the corner of her mouth and slid lower, along her jaw to her ear. Her breath caught as he teased the lobe with his teeth and the curve with his tongue.

Rennie felt the heat of Jarret's touch against her skin. His thumb seemed to fire her pulse. His fingers trailed slowly down her neck to her shoulder, then passed lightly back and forth across her collarbone. His mouth was at her temple and then the corner of her closed eyes. His hand was beneath the water, sliding along the slope of her breast. Her skin flushed. The rose tip of her nipple hardened. His hand moved between her breasts and held her heartbeat in the heart of his palm.

Hot tears stung the back of Rennie's lids. Her cry was small, panicked. She sat up, pushing Jarret's hand away, and turned her face so that his kiss had no target. Water splashed over the side of the tub as Rennie drew her knees protectively toward her chest. She hunched forward. Rennie didn't have to see Jarret to know that he was withdrawing. She felt it.

Jarret stood. He looked down at her bent head for a long moment, at her hunched shoulders, and at the dark hair swirling on the surface of the water. "It seemed like you were willing," he said lowly.

She nodded, her cheek against her knees. She couldn't look at him, afraid to let him touch her, afraid not to. Her confusion only added to her fears. She tried to speak, tried to tell him what she was thinking, but her mouth was dry. She remembered other hands, less gentle hands, and she remembered how once before Jarret's loving comfort had turned to fury and how the fury had been turned on her. Cruel memories made her shudder.

The folded towel Rennie had used as a neck rest slipped into the water. Jarret reached for it, careful not to touch her. In spite of that he saw her flinch. Angry for reasons he could not clearly define, Jarret pitched the sodden towel. It slapped the floor and sprayed droplets of water on his boots. He found a dry one for her, tossed it on the nearby chair, and then slammed out of the cabin.

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