Page 22 of Breaking Danger
All in all, it had been a depressing night. While fucking, he’d ended up thinking more about where to find extra computer servers for Haven than about the woman under him. He was a polite kinda guy, so he did wait for her to come before he did. Took a little effort, too. He remembered thinking it was a real pity men couldn’t fake it like women did because man, he would have faked an orgasm happily, then hightailed it out of there.
He remembered thinking—I’m getting too old for this.
It was exactly the opposite of making love to Sophie. No thoughts had passed through his head at all. The only thing in his head had been heat and desire. She’d felt like hot silk in his arms. Plunging into her had been like plugging his dick into an electric socket and the whole world had disappeared. All of it. Monster zombies—no, she said they weren’t zombies, but damn, it felt like the zombie apocalypse—San Francisco on fire, the end of humanity…it all went away. All dark terrible things replaced by silky softness, warm, fragrant flesh and something else. Something he couldn’t pin down, something he couldn’t describe but which he remembered perfectly.
Making love to Sophie Daniels had been the most joyous experience of his life. Granted, his life wasn’t exactly teeming with wonderful memories, but 34 years on this earth and he had never felt anything like that before. Lust and heat, yes. Of course. It was sex, after all. But more. Joy and…and peace. That was crazy, sex wasn’t about peace but that’s what he had felt. It was as if light had entered his world where before there had been darkness.
It was nuts, of course. Probably some body chemical that was released when he’d landed safe and sound right on top of beautiful, delectable Sophie Daniels. Sophie would know which chemical. And Catherine and Elle would know, too. They seemed to know everything.
He himself had no clue.
But…but there had definitely beensomething. Something incredible, something exquisitely beautiful. When he had lifted himself up and away from her, he’d felt suddenly desolate, as if the door to a new and better world had suddenly slammed in his face, locking him out.
He’d felt wonderful, hopeful and happy, while touching her. And inside her? Jesus, that had been like opening the gates to paradise.
He was crazy, imagining things. But even if it was false, some kind of construct of his mind, it had been fantastic. He couldn’t wait to get back inside her.
“Jon?”
Sophie touched his arm anddamn. It happened again. Warmth, right where she touched him. A sense of absolute rightness in her touching him.
Fuck. This was scary shit.
“Here.” She smiled and handed him a stack of fluffy towels that smelled fresh with a hint of lavender.
That was another thing.
All his senses were heightened in her presence.
He was a warrior. He would never have made the grade, risen up through the ranks of soldiering, if his senses hadn’t been keen. He had perfect eyesight. His hearing was acute. He had a phenomenal sense of smell. He’d smelled human body odor in the jungle and had stopped his men from walking into an ambush.
But that Sophie Daniels thing made his senses even keener. He could smell everything about her—her shampoo, the fresh smell of her clothes, something nice that he just knew was her skin. Everything about her stood out. He could see every color in her hair. She didn’t dye it and she was right not to because it seemed every single hair was a different color that came to life whenever she came under the overhead light. Brunette, auburn, gold—they were all there.
Up till that point, it was all fairly ordinary. Not ordinary forhim—one woman was pretty much like another in his experience, but still. He could put all of that down to the fact that he found her extraordinarily attractive. He’d fallen for her, fast and hard.
No, what was spooky was the other stuff. Woo-woo stuff that would have scared the shit out of him except it felt so frigging good.
He could fuckinghearher heartbeat. Slow and steady now, tripping fast while they were on the floor having sex. He sounded insane even to himself but he was sure he could also hear her blood rushing through her veins.
Okay. Officially crazy now.
He grabbed the towels, trying to make his mouth move up in a smile because that was the polite thing to do, never mind that he was clearly losing it. Cold, level-headed Jon Ryan, gone insane. “I won’t use up too much water,” he said and she smiled at him.
“Don’t worry about it too much. We should be out of here by tomorrow evening. And like I said, the building’s water supply is rated at a week of self sufficiency.”
Oh God. Sophie Daniels should definitely not smile, ever. It messed with his head, with his focus, his concentration. Having sex—yeah, he could sort of justify that. On the age-old male theory that getting your pipes cleaned made you more effective. But that smile—it just about wiped him out.
He backed away, in self defense.
“’Kay,” he mumbled. “Thanks.”
Her bathroom smelled like a billion roses and whatever other flowers smelled good. Fuck, he didn’t have a clue. Did daisies smell? No idea. That was about the only other flower he’d recognize.
It would have been overwhelming if it hadn’t been so good. Everywhere were small complicated glass jars and glass vials with stoppers and dried flower petals and silver doodads and candles. Pretty towels with lace thingies around the edges and flower shaped soaps and creams for every hour of the day. Feminine overkill. You just wanted to pitch forward, face first, into all that softness.
It was the kind of place where a man would lose a percentage of his testosterone for every minute he spent in here.
He would have, too, except—except for the hard-on of course.
