Revelations, p.24
Revelations, page 24
She thought about it, and him. “Do you, um, want to get in bed with me?”
His mouth twisted. “More than you can imagine. But…not now.”
She heard in his voice the grit, the desire, the kindness, and her heart swelled until it hurt.
“Maybe after you’ve had a nap. We’ll see how you feel.”
She wanted, so badly, to feel his arms around her. “You could cuddle me.”
His smile was so sweet, it increased the ache and the joy in her chest.
“I’ll have you know, I’m one hell of a cuddler.” He kicked off his shoes, pulled his sweater over his head to expose a gray T-shirt and climbed into bed with her. He gently shifted her so that her head was on his shoulder, then wrapped her in his arms.
In a low, husky voice, he started talking about the future. A house, a yard, roses, a Christmas tree every year that would touch the ceiling. When she was ready, maybe a baby. Or two.
Eyes closed, she let his words wash over her as she imagined carrying his child. Nursing a baby that would gaze up at her with her daddy’s big brown eyes. Braiding hair, helping with school projects, loving her children—and his. Loving them fiercely and forever, no matter what demons of self-doubt she herself battled.
As she would love Juan.
And he would love her. With wonder, she examined her certainty, her faith. She hadn’t thought she could ever trust anyone that much. But Juan…he was different.
“You know,” she murmured after a while. “My head feels a little better. And I’m not that sleepy.”
He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Hmm.” His voice had dropped a notch. “You’re not bored, are you?”
Feeling very brave, she kissed his jaw, then his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. “No. I just started getting ideas.”
“All that talk about babies, hmm?”
“Maybe.” The feel of his solid body against hers might have something to do with it, too. She remembered yesterday evening in Reggie’s garage, when Diaz put his hand on her breast, and she wanted him to do it again.
He moved, gently laying her on her back, and propped himself on his elbow above her. He searched her face. Sounding shaken, he asked, “You’re sure?”
Her mouth trembled when she tried to smile. Her voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”
He kissed her, then, and wrestled with every single one of the buttons on her pajama top. But finally, oh finally, his hand was on her breast, and then his mouth was there, and if she’d ever had a headache, she’d forgotten it.
Oh, yes, she thought. She was sure. Never, ever in her life had she been so sure of anything as she was about this. About him, her partner.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-8674-4
REVELATIONS
Copyright © 2004 by Janice Kay Johnson.
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His mouth twisted. “More than you can imagine. But…not now.”
She heard in his voice the grit, the desire, the kindness, and her heart swelled until it hurt.
“Maybe after you’ve had a nap. We’ll see how you feel.”
She wanted, so badly, to feel his arms around her. “You could cuddle me.”
His smile was so sweet, it increased the ache and the joy in her chest.
“I’ll have you know, I’m one hell of a cuddler.” He kicked off his shoes, pulled his sweater over his head to expose a gray T-shirt and climbed into bed with her. He gently shifted her so that her head was on his shoulder, then wrapped her in his arms.
In a low, husky voice, he started talking about the future. A house, a yard, roses, a Christmas tree every year that would touch the ceiling. When she was ready, maybe a baby. Or two.
Eyes closed, she let his words wash over her as she imagined carrying his child. Nursing a baby that would gaze up at her with her daddy’s big brown eyes. Braiding hair, helping with school projects, loving her children—and his. Loving them fiercely and forever, no matter what demons of self-doubt she herself battled.
As she would love Juan.
And he would love her. With wonder, she examined her certainty, her faith. She hadn’t thought she could ever trust anyone that much. But Juan…he was different.
“You know,” she murmured after a while. “My head feels a little better. And I’m not that sleepy.”
He rubbed his cheek against hers. “Hmm.” His voice had dropped a notch. “You’re not bored, are you?”
Feeling very brave, she kissed his jaw, then his neck, tasting the salt on his skin. “No. I just started getting ideas.”
“All that talk about babies, hmm?”
“Maybe.” The feel of his solid body against hers might have something to do with it, too. She remembered yesterday evening in Reggie’s garage, when Diaz put his hand on her breast, and she wanted him to do it again.
He moved, gently laying her on her back, and propped himself on his elbow above her. He searched her face. Sounding shaken, he asked, “You’re sure?”
Her mouth trembled when she tried to smile. Her voice cracked. “Yes. Yes, I’m sure.”
He kissed her, then, and wrestled with every single one of the buttons on her pajama top. But finally, oh finally, his hand was on her breast, and then his mouth was there, and if she’d ever had a headache, she’d forgotten it.
Oh, yes, she thought. She was sure. Never, ever in her life had she been so sure of anything as she was about this. About him, her partner.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-8674-4
REVELATIONS
Copyright © 2004 by Janice Kay Johnson.
All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, including xerography, photocopying and recording, or in any information storage or retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 225 Duncan Mill Road, Don Mills, Ontario, Canada M3B 3K9.
All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention.
This edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
® and TM are trademarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated with ® are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office, the Canadian Trade Marks Office and in other countries.
www.eHarlequin.com
*Patton’s Daughters
**3 Good Cops
ºUnder One Roof
Janice Kay Johnson, Revelations
