“I know it’s just a place, and God knows people have way worse problems, but…in a lot of ways that place saved me.”
Like Trace had saved him. “I get it. I do. It might look like steel and glass but after…everything, Trace Development gave me something to live for. Something to want, something else to think about. I cut myself off from my family. Just tried to turn everything off.” Because it hurt. And because feeling anything scared him.
“I think my brothers wanted the old me back. Maybe they still do, want to go back in time and make it not have happened. But they can’t and that girl doesn’t exist anymore.”
He danced his fingers over her face in a light caress. Both of them had been touched by evil. How was it she’d come out the other side so much more intact than he had? “My family worries, I know they do. They want the old me back too. I pretty much snapped.”
“Sometimes I think maybe we’re all just one rubber band away. I mean, you see people snap all the time, right?”
Maybe.
She shifted until her chin rested on his chest, and she smiled that beautiful smile. “And you know what?”
“What?”
“I like who you are now.”
She undid him. Looking at him like that, smiling at him like that. It was almost too much to take. Shaken, he pulled her face up to his, met her lips, encouraged by her soft sighs. Then, in the brightening morning light, he ran his tongue along every line that marred her delicate skin. Covered every mark with kisses as if he could erase them.
He’d missed this. Loving a woman. Being gentle. But with Hannah it was more. He stroked and teased until she was ready for him, then slid into her slowly and began a sensual dance that took them both over the top.
Chapter 31
Hours later, Hannah blinked against the ultra-bright midmorning sun rising over the Rockies and Stephen’s beautiful face hovering above her.
“Last one up is a rotten egg.” He bent, pressed a kiss to her lips, then proceeded to tuck the sheet under her tightly and roll off the edge of the mattress. “I won.”
She looked up at him, standing beside the bed, naked and glorious and…ready. “You cheated.”
“So punish me.”
Groaning, she wiggled her arm from his makeshift cocoon and slung it across her eyes.
Stephen laughed and she heard him move away. She listened to the spray and splatter of water as he took a shower. Is he singing?
Naughty thoughts danced in her mind as she imagined joining him. Not to sing, but to lather him up, lick the droplets of water from his body. She’d never known sex had a scent, but a sultry musk lingered over the silk sheets and she smiled. It was impossible not to.
Last night—and later—had been perfect. Tender. The right time and the right man.
Twenty minutes later, with coffee in hand, they sat together on the white leather couch. Well, he sat, dressed and looking sharp in dark jeans and a light-blue shirt. Confident and relaxed with it untucked, sleeves rolled back at his wrists, one giant foot propped on the low coffee table. While she lounged against the other end, rumpled and sleepy-eyed, wearing only a robe.
He sipped his coffee and worked on his laptop, intermittently typing with one hand and rubbing her feet nestled in his lap. She felt like Cinderella waking up to find the prince was still there. “What are you working on?”
“Not working, just playing.”
“Like solitaire or like making a bazillion dollars?”
He just smiled. “Somewhere in between. I ordered us some breakfast.”
“I should get dressed.”
“No.” He tightened his grip on her foot. “I told you. I like you in a robe.” He gave her a hot look and she decided to stay where she was.
He glanced over. “You look happy.”
“I am. I slept.”
His brows shot up. “Is that so? Well, I’ll have to make sure you sleep more often.” Raising her foot to his lips, he gave her toes a quick nibble, then a squeeze.
She dropped her head back against the plush arm of the couch and moaned as his skilled fingers worked her feet. Just the two of them, sharing a sunny morning. She’d wanted normal. Was this it? Would she recognize it?
Whatever this was, it was pretty damn good.
She decided to take advantage. It was so rare that she ever looked at him when he wasn’t already looking at her. He really did have the most exceptional face and she knew his body now, every strong, sleek line of it.
“You keep looking at me like that, Goldilocks, and I’m going to rub more than your feet.”
“Promise?”
His brows arched in surprise. She surprised herself, flirting and taunting a wolf so soon after she’d left his den. But now that the fire had been lit, she craved more of his touch. Her stomach fluttered when he closed his laptop, moved it and his mug to the table.