Chapter 24
Twenty-Four
Tess scooted over against the wall to give Ben plenty of room to get into the full-sized bed.
The T-shirt he had given her to sleep in rode up over her underwear, so she tugged it back down with a hand that had grown damp with nerves.
Jumping into bed with a man she had met two days ago—not to mention sharing his toothbrush—went against everything she believed in.
However, jumping into bed with Ben just felt right.
Why? She had no idea, and she wasn’t in the mood to question it.
He hobbled across the hall from the bathroom wearing only a pair of sweats with socks.
As she took in her first view of his bare chest, her mouth went dry with longing. As he came closer, she noticed the scars that dotted his right side and remembered what he had told her about his shrapnel wounds.
“Kind of hot for sweats, isn’t it?”
“It’s more comfortable when it’s covered up,” he said, gesturing to his leg.
Tess held out a hand to help him into bed. “Okay?”
“Yeah.” He grimaced as he adjusted his leg. “Give me a second.”
As she watched him breathe through the pain, she reached out to lay a hand on his chest and felt his heart beating fast.
He covered her hand with his but kept his eyes closed tight against the agony.
“You can’t live like this. We have to do something.”
“We?”
“Yes. You and me.”
“You make me believe anything’s possible.”
“It is.”
He finally opened his eyes and turned so he could see her. “You aren’t going to tell me you’re an alien or a felon on the run or married or anything else that’s going to ruin my life forever, are you?”
Since she no longer considered herself married in any way that mattered and had no desire to ever be married again, she shook her head.
“That’s good, because some time during this weekend, it might’ve even been when you were being so testy with me on the way to the hospital the other night—”
She poked him in the ribs, making him grunt with laughter.
“—or maybe it was when I saw you holding Rosie and I could tell you want a child of your own more than you want just about anything. It could’ve been when I found out what a dirty mind you have buried under that innocent facade when we played Scrabble.
Of course, it was probably the first time I kissed you. Was that only yesterday?”
Barely breathing as she waited for him to get to the point, Tess nodded. “Ben?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m trying to decide exactly when I fell in love with you, Tess.”
“You . . . Oh.”
He twirled a lock of her long hair around his finger. “Is that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’?”
“That’s a really good ‘oh.’” She reached out to caress his face. “Because I love you, too.”
“You don’t have to say—”
“Unlike you, though, I know exactly when I realized it.”
“Is that so?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, with a teasing smile.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“How bad do you want to know?”
“Bad.” He drew her into his arms and worked his good leg between hers. “Very, very bad.”
“In that case, it was when you stared up into that cop’s flashlight on the beach. The expression on your face was priceless. I just knew.”
“A really romantic moment,” he said dryly. “I’m touched.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Do you want me to take it back?”
“Please don’t,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair. “Please don’t ever take it back.”
“Ben?”
“Yeah?”
“If we, you know, love each other, I’d really like to . . .”
“Make love?”
Stroking his hard length through the soft fabric of his sweats, she nodded. Never once, in all the time she’d been married, had she ever done anything quite so brazen. It wouldn’t have occurred to her then to reach out and take what she wanted.
“I want to,” he said. “You can’t imagine how badly I want to.”
“To the contrary. I have my hand on the evidence.”
“I don’t know if I can,” he said with a small, sad smile.
“Between the two of us, we can figure something out, no?”
“I don’t know if I’m ready,” he clarified. The conversation alone seemed to embarrass and diminish him. Perhaps there was more to his injuries than he had let on. Either way, this wasn’t how she wanted it to go, not after having just declared her love for him.
Tess removed her hand, regretting she had pushed him.
He returned it to where she’d had it. “That doesn’t mean we can’t mess around a little.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
As she gently stroked him through his clothes, he slid a hand under her shirt and groaned when he encountered the warm skin of her back.
“You feel so good,” he said.
“Tell me about your life before you got hurt. Before the war.”
“I’m not sure I can talk when you’re doing that.”
She moved her hand up to his belly. “Then we’ll get back to it.”
Whimpering in protest, he bemoaned the loss.
“You’ll live,” she said, giggling. “The faster you talk, the faster you’ll get what you want.”
As if he was on speed, he said, “Before I got called up to active duty in the Guard, I was an architect. I worked for a local firm, had a nice apartment downtown, a girlfriend who said she loved me, and a lot of good friends who seemed to scatter—along with my so-called girlfriend—when I came home in pieces.” He pushed her hand down and groaned when she resisted.
“You’re an architect,” she said with amazement.
“Was.”
“Are.”
“It’s been a couple of years.”
“But you could go back to it. You don’t need your leg to sit at a drafting table.”
“I need my leg to stop hurting so much it crushes every ounce of creativity I might’ve had. It’s all I can do to take a shower every day. I’d be no good to them in this condition.”
“Surely they held your job for you.”
“They said the door’s always open. They’re good guys to work for. I loved that job.”
“You have to have your leg removed, Ben. Prosthetics have come so far in the last few years. You could regain your mobility and get your life back on track.”
“The question is whether they can give me enough of a stump to make a prosthesis feasible.”
“So you’ve asked about it.”
“In broad terms. No specifics.”
“Even if you had to be on crutches, you’d be better off than you are now living in agonizing pain.”
“Would you love me less if I had only one leg?”
“Don’t you ever ask me that question again, Bennett Caldwell. Not ever, ever again.”
“I love when you get all bossy with me like that,” he said, mimicking her tone.
“You want to see bossy, mister?”
“Oh yeah. I want to see that.”
She leaned in to kiss him, reveling in the soft feel of his lips gliding in time with hers and the knowledge that he loved her. Filled with a sense of safety and contentment she had forgotten existed, she ran her tongue over his bottom lip.
He cupped her cheek and kept his lips close to hers. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, about going to see Greg’s family. Before I make any definite decisions about my leg, I think I’d like to see them, but only if you come with me.”
“Of course I’d go with you. Where are they?”
“Pittsburgh. I was going to call his folks tomorrow and see if they’re up for it. What’s your work schedule like next weekend?”
“That soon?”
“I want to get it over with so I can stop thinking about it.”
“You make the plans, and I’ll get the time off.”
“Thank you.” He kissed her and pushed her hand back down to where he wanted it most. “You’ve let a perfectly good hard-on get away with all this talking.”
“Let me see what I can do about that.”
Cat was stretched out on top of Ian as his hands moved in a tantalizingly slow pattern up and down her back. She wanted to purr like a kitten, but this Cat didn’t purr—at least she never had before.
Ian Caldwell. Mmmm. The man sure knew how to please a woman.
Just thinking about it made her wonder if he was up for another round.
Glancing out the window to the club, she saw the bouncers clearing the room and the band breaking down their equipment.
She choked back a yawn and was surprised to realize it was already one o’clock.
Time flies when you’re having fun, she thought with a smile.
Her employees knew the drill for closing. She would have to lock up the money and account for it in the morning, but the only thing that required her immediate attention was the splendid male chest under her lips.
Flicking her tongue over his nipple, she watched with fascination as it sprang to life. Another part of him weighed in against her belly.
“Don’t start anything,” he mumbled. “That was our only condom.”
“That’s so disappointing. I expected better from you.”
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“You’ve got that whole Boy Scout ‘be prepared’ thing going on.”
In her ear, he whispered, “Do I fuck like a Boy Scout?”
She hooted with laughter. “Your attention to detail is admirable. Do they give a badge for that?”
“I can’t remember. I’ll check my eagle sash and get back to you.”
“I knew it! I’m sleeping with a freaking eagle scout! This’ll wreck my reputation as a bad ass.”
“Me and Nate both,” he said proudly. “And I hate to point out that there hasn’t been much sleeping involved, but we can fix that.” He held her face in a gesture so tender, her heart staggered. “Come home with me tonight. Sleep with me.”
“Is that allowed under the terms of our deal?”
“The hell with the deal. I want you in my bed.”
He was so good—a good, kind, honest, caring man who definitely did not fuck like Boy Scout. Cat knew she didn’t deserve him, but she couldn’t seem to resist him, either. “Where’s Rosie?”
“Staying with my parents at my brother’s house. Coast is clear.”
“Are you sure? Maybe we’d be better off at my house.”
“I’d rather not run into my brothers when I’m sneaking out in the morning.”
She contemplated that. “All right. Your place it is.”
Since Ian had walked into town, they took Cat’s Jeep to his house.
“My place is in the back,” he said, pointing to the long driveway.
“Who lives there?”
“My brother Kevin.”
“Your parents are staying there? Right next door?”