Ill Take Forever

Jenny, sweet, you can't keep crying. You've got to tell me what's wrong.'
    She shook her head, another sob shaking her body.
    Kyle reached down and picked her up. She kept her eyes tightly shut. She didn't want to see him.
    'My sweet love, I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, now can I? There must be something in that tirade you just gave,' he asked reasonably. He carried her down the stairs and to the living room. Sitting on the sofa, her in his lap, he kissed her.
    'What did you say?' Jenny sat up, eyes wide as she stared into his soft brown ones as the actual words penetrated her foggy mind. 'What did you call me?'
    'My sweet love.'

CHAPTER TWELVE

    Jenny shook her head. Had she heard right?
    'I love you, Jenny Warwick,' said Kyle, looking at her.
    'I love you, too,' she answered promptly, a broad smile lighting her face, a singing gladness filling her heart. Kyle loved her! Then reality hit. Did he really? Did it change anything? It had to.
    He drew her up against him again. She rested her cheek against the strong wall of his chest, trailing her fingers down his skin.
    'I've loved you for ages, you know,' he murmured softly, lowering his mouth to hers.
    'No, I didn't know,' she said, intrigued. 'Since when?'
    'Well, let me see.' He cocked his head to one side and gave her his lazy, crooked smile. 'I felt the first stirring that winter night. You were so polite to a housebreaker! I found that quite endearing. Then, once I'd chosen to use you as cover, everything you did bound me closer to you.'
    'Oh, Kyle, I never knew.'
    'My darling Jenny, I know that. Your obtuseness has alternated in causing me great amusement and great frustration.'
    'But why didn't you tell me?'
    He shifted positions a little, resting his chin on her hair, his voice pensive.
    'First I wanted this behind us. I wanted to finish the assignment so I could concentrate on just us. Then, there was some danger and I wanted you safe from that. And you do have the most expressive face I’ve ever seen. Never play poker.'
    'I thought you were after Naomi,' she said.
    He chuckled. 'I did wonder once or twice if that was a spark of jealousy I detected. I, on the other hand, didn't know where George fit in.'
    'He's just a friend. I told you.'
    'I know that now.'
    Jenny lifted her face, eyes shining. 'I think you might have told me before.'
    'I wasn't sure how you felt about it. I didn't want to put us in an awkward position before I could be sure of you, of us,' he said.
    'You must have suspected once or twice. Surely you don't think I sleep with an assortment of men all the time.'
    'I was hoping not, but how was I to know? Anyway, it wouldn't have mattered. I want you whatever might have happened in the past.'
    His lips closed over hers, warm and exciting. The longing rose in Jenny as his touch caused her emotions to rise. Slowly he moved against her mouth, tasting the sweetness and delight that was his for the taking. Jenny reveled in his lovemaking, aching for more.
    She traced his back muscles with her fingertips, then with her nails, drawing them up to the strong column of his neck, feeling the damp curls of his hair. Of course, he'd said he'd just taken a shower. She ran her fingertips lightly down his back to the top of his jeans, back again, delighting in the feel of his warm skin, his hard muscles, the soft moan coming from his lips.
    Kyle kissed her cheek, her throat.
    'Much more of that, sweetheart, and I won't be responsible for my actions,' he growled in her ear.
    Jenny gave him an enchanting smile and said, 'I hope not. What did you have in mind?'
    'If you come with me, I'll just show you.'
    Kyle led her to his room, his fingers threaded through hers. He paused by the side of the bed and drew her into his strong hold again.
    'Do you think I'll ever have enough of you?' he asked against her ear, moving back to her mouth.
    She shook her head. 'I sure hope not.' Then she moved to meet his kiss.
    Kyle fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, spreading the material, helping her to remove the restraining cloth. She pushed against him with her breasts and knocked him back against the bed, following him down, on top now. Wiggling against him, she deliberately teased him, dropping light kisses, drawing back as he tried to deepen them, rubbing against his chest until he put a stop to it all by rolling over on top of her and pinning her beneath his weight on the mattress.
    She giggled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, softening to