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. Are you hungry yet? I couldget the grill going. I m in no hurry, I said, though my stomach was growling.I just wanted to sitthere with her for a while.If sittinghappened to turn into kissing, hell, I d behappy to postpone dinner for the rest ofthe night.We sat close but not touching, sideby side on the couch.I sipped wine andconsidered putting the glass down andlunging for her, but damned if I couldbring myself to make a move.Every cellinside me was vibrating with the need tokiss her.I moved my leg as if trying to getmore comfortable and pressed my kneeagainst hers.Progress but hardlypassionate. Baby returned from the kitchen withdog-food breath and jumped up on thecouch between us.We both reached to pether, and our hands touched.My gaze metAnna s, and I stopped thinking and simplyleaned to kiss her.The wine tasted betteron her tongue.The soft skin at her napewas hot beneath my hand.I closed myeyes and did what came naturally tastedthe lips of a beautiful woman and pulledher body closer.Baby growled, as she was trappedbetween us.Time flowed, formless andfree, seconds or maybe eons passing, distilled to this intimacy of breath andtouch.I lost myself in Anna, the solidwarmth of her body, the texture of herhair, and those soft sounds she made,moans of pleasure and whimpers of desireas my hand slipped underneath her shirtand stroked her back.Annoyed by our moving bodies,Baby jumped down.Sometime later, Anna broke off inthe middle of a kiss.Her hair was mussedand her eyes heavy lidded.Somehowwe d shifted until I was flat on my backand she was lying on top of me. Um, shall I make dinner, or do you just want to maybe go to my bedroom? she whispered.I laughed at the obviousness of theanswer.She got up and offered her hand topull me to my feet; then she took me to herbed, which had the softest sheets I d everlain on. Chapter TwelveI could tell you about the sex, abouthow Jason s hands glided over my bodywith a sort of reverence and his lipstraced a burning trail from my throat allthe way down to my pussy.I could tell youhow I shivered when he touched me there,how exactly right his tongue and fingersfelt, how quickly and how hard I came.Icould say how I gasped and gripped hisshoulders when he entered me; how Iwatched his face as he came and theunguarded joy in his expression moved meto climax a second time. If I told all that, you still couldn tknow what it felt like.Oh yeah.Sex I vehad that many times.An orgasm? Dime adozen.But unless you were in that momentwith us, inside my body or Jason s, youcouldn t know what it felt like.It s not as if I m some blushingvirgin who s never had good sex before,but this was different.As Jason pushedinside me, our eyes met, and somethinghappened I can hardly describe.Afterward, when I collapsed back on thebed, breathless and perspiring, I felt like adifferent person, one who was both thrilled and alarmed about the way herworld was tilting.Jason also lay on his back, breathingheavily, eyes closed and one arm flungabove his head.I wanted to ask if he wasokay.I d gotten the impression he hadn tbeen with anyone since his accident.Thismust be like discovering sex all overagain.If it had been as powerful for himas it was for me, he might feel a littleoverwhelmed.Plus, there was his sorehip.Our lovemaking hadn t been exactlygentle.But I knew how Jason felt aboutbeing fussed over, so I offered a more casual, So whaddya think? He smiled without opening his eyes.God, those adorable crinkles at thecorners made me want to start all overagain.He was unbearably cute and sexy.Irolled to my side and kissed his shoulder.He opened his eyes to look at me. Was it good for you? Hell, yeah. I scooted closer to hisside, and he slipped an arm around me.Iwould ve been happy to stay that way allnight, but his stomach gave a tremendousrumble. You must be starving.I ll gomake something. He held me back when I started torise. Not yet.Let s lie here a littlelonger. How many men liked cuddling aftersex? Not most of the ones I d dated, whoseemed anxious to get to the next item ontheir agenda.Maybe that was one of thehazards of dating ambitious men who, likeme, were in the habit of juggling fiftythings at once.Baby had been a good first step inreminding me how to slow down andenjoy each moment.Jason was an evenbetter reminder to stop and breathe. I settled back into his warmembrace and lay quietly for severalmoments. Tell me something.What wasthe rehab like after your accident? Whatdid you have to do? Too personal? But then we d doneabout the most personal thing two peoplecan do, so surely I could ask more of himthan what kind of movies he liked. Physical exercises to regainstrength in my injured leg and shoulder,but also memory training.I learned to splitevery task into units, write each stepdown, then repeat it until I don t have to check the list anymore. The whining outside the bedroomdoor grew louder, and Baby began toscratch at it.I sighed in exasperation. She s going to dig her way rightthrough. Reluctantly, I climbed out of bedand let the dog in.She bounded throughthe doorway, raced around me severaltimes then jumped onto the bed.Jason letout a yelp as her claws scraped his baretorso.He roughed her up, rolling her andtickling her belly until she growled
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