Leave yesterday behind, p.21
Leave Yesterday Behind, page 21
He murmured against her mouth, “This has got to go,” as he pulled down her bra straps. His lips trailed over her bare shoulder, sending thrills of pleasure shooting through her. He unhooked the bra and slipped it from under her. It went sailing across the room.
Skin met skin, sending her heartbeat racing wildly. She knew even with the curtains drawn in the late afternoon light, he would be able to see the start of the scars.
Suddenly... it didn’t matter. It never would again.
Nick entwined his fingers with hers, pushing them up onto the pillow by her face. His eyes held a look of love and passion that warmed her to her core.
“I love you,” he whispered. Then he grinned. “And I’m just getting warmed up.”
He moved to her breast and began teasing her nipple with his tongue. She gasped in pleasure. Her hips rose inadvertently against him.
He lifted his head and smiled that heartbreaking smile. “Oh, I’ll get there, honey. It’s just going to take some time. I want us to enjoy every second of this.”
* * *
Nick lingered over first one breast and then the other as she writhed urgently under him. Everything about this man revved her engine—every look, every scent, every hard plane of muscle that danced under her fingertips.
And the best was yet to come.
He released her hands and slid his mouth down to her belly as he unzipped her khaki capris. She felt him slide the espadrilles from her feet and then gently tug the capris and her thong off. He quickly shed his jeans and boxers. His hands then moved back up her calves.
Callie watched as Nick’s eyes fell over her naked body. They paused a moment along her right side, trailing along where the scars descended from under her breastbone down to her upper thigh. Her breathing stopped a moment as he studied her.
She didn’t see pity. Or revulsion. That’s what she’d most feared. Instead, she witnessed an overwhelming love shining in his eyes. And she felt it in every feather-soft kiss he planted along the row of blemished skin. His gentleness, his concern, moved her to tears.
His kisses continued up her body until they reached her chin. He frowned at her, his eyes going wide.
“Why the tears? Did I hurt you?”
She framed his tanned face in her hands. “No. I’m just so happy. Don’t you know women cry when we’re deliriously happy?”
He visibly relaxed. His hand stroked her cheek. “I thought they screamed at the top of their lungs. Or laughed themselves silly.”
“Sometimes.” She couldn’t help but smile at him.
“Did I tell you I love you, Callie Chennault? That I love every golden hair on your head. Every sarcastic remark that comes out of that lush mouth. Every inch of this heavenly body which, by the way, I can’t wait to fit closer to mine.”
“Even my scars?”
He kissed her softly. “Especially your scars. Because they’re a part of you, sweetheart. I love your body and your sense of humor and how smart you are, not just with a snappy comeback at my expense, you know. I’m sorry you suffered the way you have but in a roundabout way, these scars brought you home. To me. And a lifetime of tomorrows.”
He kissed her again, hard and swift, causing her to pulse with need. “I’m head over heels for you, babe.” He pulled her close. “And I’m never letting you go.”
Callie’s blood sang as it rushed through her veins. This meant everything to her. “You couldn’t chase me away, La Chappelle. Even if you tried. I’m like that insufferable piece of gum that sticks to your shoe and refuses to come off.”
Nick slid a finger into her. She gasped at the intimate touch.
“I think I’ve got a lock on my target,” he whispered. He stroked her slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, as their passion heated. She whimpered and twisted beneath his hand, climaxing with a violent shudder that left her weak as a kitten. Then he held her tightly and rolled so that she was atop him.
He smiled up lazily at her as he lightly rested his hands on her hips. “You’re in charge, Beautiful. Do with me as you wish.”
Callie’s throat tightened. She realized Nick had purposefully put her in the position to control their pace. He wanted her to have confidence in what they were doing. Together. She would be the one at the helm. An overwhelming sense of love and possessiveness flooded her.
She returned his smile. “Then you better hold on. You’re in for the ride of your life, Baseball Boy.”
Callie made love to him with an abandon she’d never experienced. She’d never been freer, more open, more a partner to a man than in this single time of making love. And when she came again, with him inside her, she finally understood the beauty of what that meant. She’d experienced little tingles in the past. Having sex made her feel really good at times, like a hard workout brought a great physical rush.
But she’d never had the explosions of wow-ness that she’d heard other women talk about.
With Nick, everything changed. When the waves of pleasure hit, she went with them, clinging to him, treasuring this precious connection they’d made. After, spent beyond words, she lay curled in the shelter of his protective arms, almost too tired to think.
No one would come between her and this man. She would fight to the death to guard Nick from the killer’s touch of evil. She would be ready for him.
Callie knew when their inevitable confrontation ended, only one of them would remain standing.
And alive.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Callie awoke feeling... satisfied. Yes, that was the right word. Immensely content. Almost smug, in fact, as she watched the man sleeping next to her.
Any woman in America would recognize that Nick La Chappelle was a twenty on a one-to-ten scale. He oozed sex appeal—even asleep. The thick, dark hair that curled slightly at his nape, the high cheekbones and sensual mouth, and the muscular chest her hand now rested on were only the start. Nick was the whole package. Physical perfection, as well as intelligence, and he possessed the most attractive feature a man could—a sense of humor.
She snuggled closer to him, her head resting on his shoulder. Even asleep, he pulled her closer, a small smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
They’d made love three times since yesterday afternoon, each more fulfilling than the last. Callie should be bone tired but she could’ve run the New York Marathon in record time, she suspected—and this from a girl who hated running with a passion. This athlete-turned-author had turned her life upside down in little more than a week.
She wouldn’t trade anything for him.
An intense possessiveness crept over her. She had never been the jealous type in the past, yet she knew from her own experience how someone in the public eye attracted massive attention from the opposite sex. She could handle fans flirting with Nick—as long as none of them took it beyond flirtation. If they did, she realized she would be ready to sweep in like an avenging angel.
Why such an enormous change?
She supposed love did that to people. She—who had never been in love and never gone looking for it—never suspected it would find her here in Aurora. Now she had given her heart to another. With joy.
It felt good. It felt right. It felt amazing.
She inhaled deeply, getting immense pleasure from Nick’s musky scent. She couldn’t get over the fact that this drop-dead, gorgeous, hot-bodied hunk had proclaimed an old-fashioned commitment to her. Despite all the trouble she was in and all the baggage that came with being associated with someone famous, he’d signed up for the long haul.
Callie sighed in utter contentment.
His hand suddenly brushed a lock of hair from her cheek. She looked up to find him smiling at her.
“Sleep well?”
“Yes.” Her insides quivered. Just being near him had her feeling as if she were a bowl of Jell-O, all boneless and wobbly.
Nick kissed her leisurely, thoroughly, bringing her pulse close to heart attack status. Every touch brought new thrills. The best thing was they would have a lifetime together to explore them.
“Hmm,” he said. “You didn’t even leap out of bed to dive for your toothbrush.”
She jerked, realizing that he was exactly right. In every previous relationship, she was always conscious about every small detail. Now, only thoughts of Nick filled her mind.
She played with the hairs on his chest, smoothing them as she spoke. “I guess you’ve turned my head enough so that I didn’t have time to think about it.”
His soulful eyes gaze pinned hers. “It just took a good Southern boy knowing how to treat you. That’s all.”
But his eyes spoke the unspoken—that they had a connection deeper than anything either had encountered before.
“Hey, you need to get up and do your exercises,” he reminded her. His eyes swept over her playfully. “I can’t have you getting lazy and out of shape on me.”
He kissed her again and she luxuriated in his taste and touch. “I don’t know if I’ll ever want to get out of bed again,” she admitted.
Nick groaned. “Don’t tempt me.” He slipped from the bed. “I’ll go check on Gretchen. I doubt she’ll have time to put you through your paces this morning. She’s probably leaving soon for New York.” He pulled on his jeans as he spoke.
The thought saddened her, the whole mess of worms opened again in her mind. “Okay. I’ll run through what Gretchen calls my basic routine and then shower. I’ll see you in a little while.”
Callie walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Her eyes fell on her image in the mirror. She studied herself intently.
Nothing physically had changed. The ugly scars were still there, evident in their shock of red running along her side. It was her attitude toward them had magically changed. She no longer thought of herself as ruined. Embarrassed to be seen by a man. Nick had made it apparent last night that she turned him on, scars or no scars. Confidence shot through her, like an adrenaline high. She finally liked herself again—and she really liked that Nick found her attractive.
She did her abbreviated morning yoga routine and quick stretches that Gretchen swore by before she showered and dressed. She figured after her extracurricular workout with Nick last night that she’d gotten plenty of exercise.
As she approached the kitchen, she heard voices. She pushed open the door to find a full house—Essie bustling around the stove, flipping pancakes and turning bacon, while Aunt C praised a top draft pick that had just signed with the Saints. Eric and Gretchen sat next to each other at one end of the table. Nick must have showered, too, since his hair still appeared damp. He was dressed in neatly pressed slacks and a dark blue polo shirt that matched his eyes.
“Callie, love. Come in,” her aunt said when she noticed her hovering in the doorway. “Essie, more pancakes, please, and a cup of hot tea for Callie.”
She sat and her eyes immediately went to Gretchen.
Her friend said, “Eric’s arranged everything. I’m on the 10:10 flight direct to New York. He... well, he... Uncle Paul... will be on the same flight. Everything’s taken care of at home. Eric’s been simply amazing.”
Callie placed a hand over Gretchen’s. “When is the funeral?”
Gretchen took a deep breath. “Day after tomorrow. My aunt and I still have a lot of people to contact. The department wants to honor him properly since he died in the line of duty.”
“I’m so sorry I can’t be there with you.”
Gretchen shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. Besides, I’ll be back within the next two weeks.” She glanced at Eric.
Callie watched something pass between them. She looked from Eric to Gretchen, a question on her lips but Eric answered it before she could put her thoughts into words.
“We might as well tell you now. Gretchen’s bringing all her things back down here when she returns.” He glanced around the table. “It’s a permanent move. And I’m hoping something more permanent will come out of it.” He took Gretchen’s hand and smiled.
Callie glanced at her aunt and had to hide a smile. Aunt C sat in her wheelchair beaming as if she’d orchestrated the entire match.
They talked amiably while breakfasting, Callandra insisting that Gretchen return to stay at Noble Oaks for as long as she wished. Then Eric checked his watch.
“We need to shove off. It’s getting late what with traffic and all.” He stood. “Now Miz C, Callie, the FBI will be here at ten to meet with you and explain how they’ll be running the investigation. Until they arrive, I still have my men on duty out front and behind the house. I’ll be back as soon as Gretchen gets off.”
Eric gave her a pointed look. “Cal, it goes without saying, but you don’t go anywhere. Period.”
“How about as far as the garden? Please? I need a little fresh air. I’m tired of being cooped up indoors.”
Eric glanced at Nick, who promised his cousin, “I’ll be no more than a stone’s throw away. Guaranteed.”
“Okay. I’ll get the car. Gretchen?”
“I left my purse upstairs. I’ll run get it. Callie?” Gretchen motioned for Callie to accompany her.
They left the kitchen. She took Gretchen’s hand.
“I know this is a rough time for you, but I’m thrilled that you’ve decided to stay in Aurora. I couldn’t be happier how things are working out between you and Eric. He’s a doll. I know given time, he’ll make you happy.”
“Eric has been wonderful to me, both before and after Uncle Paul’s death.” Her friend smiled. “I believe we truly have a future together. I have to note, though, that you have a rather rosy glow about you today.”
Callie couldn’t fight the blush that sprang to her cheeks. “Let’s just say that Nick and I are well suited. In every way.”
“Will you guys stay here, too?”
“Things are so new for us. We haven’t made any long-range plans. I feel certain, though, that we’ll split time between here and New York.”
“I hate leaving in the middle of your therapy. I’ve never abandoned a patient before.”
“Come on, Gretchen. I’m doing so well physically. I can keep up my usual routines while you’re gone but I feel stronger every day I’m here. I don’t think I’ll need you to play nursemaid anymore.”
Gretchen’s eyes gleamed. “I’m sure Nick will help in providing you a challenging workout if you need it.”
Callie laughed. “Oh, that man will definitely keep me in shape.”
Gretchen grabbed her purse and soon they were saying their goodbyes. A little prickle of sadness hit her as the car drove off. She waved, a smile on her face despite the awful circumstances of their parting.
“Need a little quiet time?” Nick draped an arm about her shoulders.
“Yeah. A little sunshine and a bench would be nice.”
“I know just the place. It’s one of my favorite spots in Miz C’s garden.”
They walked around to the back of the house and down a cobbled path into the lush greenery of the backyard garden. She froze on the path when she spied a stranger bent over, pulling some weeds from the base of a rosebush.
“It’s okay. He belongs here. He’s the new gardener Essie told us about.”
Nick tugged on her. Her legs went rubbery as they moved toward the man. He stood and took a handkerchief out to wipe his forehead. He turned as they approached.
A big smile broke out on his face. “Hi, Nick! Hi, Jessica! I’m Petey.” He thrust out a gloved hand, grinning from ear to ear.
Callie recognized the signs of Down’s syndrome in the gentle giant. She relaxed and returned his smile as she reached for his hand.
“Silly, silly,” Petey said. He pulled off the gardening glove. “Don’t wanna get you dirty. I’m Petey. Pleased to meet ya. I’m helping Miz C. She’s really nice, you know.”
“I sure do,” she said. “She’s my aunt. Are you going to work in her gardens, Petey?”
“Yep. Yep.” He nodded several times. “I know how to mow and edge and water. I take care of things. Mama says I’m good at taking care of things. Especially flowers. I’m good with flowers. I love flowers, especially yellow. Yellow is my favorite, favorite color.”
“Petey has a green thumb,” Nick added. “He learns really fast. He’s helped me a few times before with planting and fertilizing.”
“What do you like to do besides work in the garden, Petey?” she asked.
“I like to eat ice cream and feed the ducks and I like to watch Jessica. Jessica’s my favorite and favorite of all.” He smiled shyly at her. “You’re pretty. But you look different than on TV. Jessica has really red lips and fluffy hair. That’s a ponytail. Jessica doesn’t wear ponytails.”
“Remember how I told you that this is really Callie? She just make believes she’s Jessica on TV.”
“Uh-huh,” Petey agreed. “I make believe sometimes, don’t I, Nick?”
“You sure do. Hey, we’re going to sit here while you do the things on your list. Can you think of what you’re supposed to do today?”
“I already made my new bed. And I cleaned my bowl. I eat Frosted Flakes every morning. Mama says I have to do that every day before I can go help Miz C. But now I gotta weed these beds and then I get to mow the front yard. Then I can go home and eat lunch with Mama and watch Jessica.”
He beamed at Callie. “Mama said you can’t be on the show because you came to visit Miz C. She saves shows of you on the DVR so I can watch them all the time. I don’t like it when you’re not on. I like watching when you come on the TV.” He thought a minute. “Then Mama rides me back here. I get to come back and make the flowers pretty and sleep in my new bed cuz I’m a big boy. I’m learning to be ‘sponsible.”
“Well, you’re doing a great job, Petey,” she told him. “The flowers you arranged for inside the house are so pretty.”
Nick chimed in. “We’d like to sit here and soak up some sun, Petey. Why don’t you go ahead and mow the front yard now so that we can have a little peace and quiet? You can finish the weeding after you mow.”
