Forged of Steele Bundle (Books 1-4) - Brenda Jackson [168]
Jocelyn figured if she never made love again in her life that would be okay because within the last six hours she had made up for whatever she’d missed in the past and stocked up on what might not be coming her way in the future. But a part of her couldn’t imagine sharing anything so intimate with anyone but Bas. Everything the two of them had shared had been utterly amazing. He was definitely a highly charged sexual man.
“Want some more?”
She glanced up at him and smiled. “Some more of what?”
“Jocelyn,” he said warningly, “haven’t you gotten enough?”
“Of what?” Her tone was innocent. “Soup or you?”
He was sitting across from her at the table wearing just a pair of jeans, and her gaze slid over his bare chest. He was as fine as fine could get and the memories of all those orgasms he’d given her had her body tingling inside out. She wanted to go to him, curl up in his lap, run her hand down his belly, inside his jeans and—
“You’re staying all night?”
She moved her gaze back to his face. “Is that an invitation?”
“Yes.”
She took another spoonful of soup then asked, “What about clothes?”
“We never did take your luggage out of the car.”
“How convenient.”
He gave her a knowing look as a smile touched the corners of his mouth. “Yeah, I think so.”
Leah finished folding up her laundry and decided that although it was still early she would go upstairs to bed. She heard the doorbell ring and sighed deeply, hoping and praying it wasn’t Reese. They had nothing more to say to each other and she wouldn’t be able to handle seeing him again that day.
Crossing the room, she wondered who it could be. At the door she asked, “Who is it?”
“Delivery for Leah Mason.”
She glanced out the peephole and saw a man of about twenty standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Still, she had grown cautious over the years. “Do I need to sign for anything?” she asked through the door.
“No, ma’am.”
“Please leave whatever you have on the doorstep.” She watched as the man did as she requested then walked away. She moved to the window to make sure he got back in his van and drove off. Taking a deep breath, she walked back over to the door and opened it.
She couldn’t help but smile upon seeing the beautiful arrangement of calla lilies, her favorite, and knew immediately who’d sent them. Couldn’t Reese see what he was trying to do was useless? She would never be the woman that she used to be, a woman who’d enjoyed making love to him anytime and anywhere.
She picked up the bouquet and went back inside the house, locking the door behind her. She placed the arrangement on the table before pulling off the card.
When you hurt, I hurt. Give me a chance to take the pain away. Reese.
Leah continued to read the card, over and over. Why was Reese Singleton so stubborn? Didn’t he understand what she’d told him earlier that day? Didn’t he get the picture; she was incapable of allowing another man, even him, ever to touch her?
She almost jumped when the doorbell rang again. She went to the door and glanced out of the peephole and her heart began pounding. It was Reese.
A part of her wanted to ignore him, but she knew Reese refused to be ignored. Besides, he evidently hadn’t comprehended what she’d been trying to tell him earlier. Maybe if she’d had the help of counselors or a support group earlier than she had, she would be a lot stronger now. But she hadn’t. Instead of opening up and talking about it, she had tried to go through life without dealing with the rape, and in so doing she had erected this physical and emotional shield against all men.
Although she already knew the answer, she asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s Reese, Leah. Please open the door so we can talk.”
Telling him they had nothing to discuss would be useless. It was best to let him in so they could talk and then that would be the end of things.
She slowly opened the door and took a step back and Reese entered, closing the door behind him. She’d seen the look in his eyes the moment