Take Me 01 - Love Me

together.
    “No,” he said slowly, “I don't suppose we do.”
    But when he didn't answer her previous question, she said, “Was it because of your mom?”
    He tried to pull his hand away. But she refused to let him get away that easily. Just as she'd refused to let him say what they were doing could never be more than sex. Even if it was probably the truth when everything was said and done.
    Because there was no denying that what went on in the middle of the night in her apartment, what happened between them in the cocoon of a cabin in Big Sur, had absolutely nothing to do with the real world.
    But just because it was fact, didn't mean she had to like it.
    And it didn't mean she wasn't going to fight it with everything she had.
    “When we were back in the cabin, you told me you wanted to listen. I want to do the same for you.” When he remained silent, she said, “I never really knew my parents. But you were ten years old when your mom—”
    “Dammit, Janica, I don't want to talk about it.”
    He wrenched his hand out of hers and turned away to head back toward the cabin.
    Her heart broke for him, for all the pain he'd kept bottled up inside for so long. And even though she knew she should let him go, leave him alone like he wanted, she simply couldn't walk away from him.
    Calling out to him over the waves, she said, “I only have one more question, Luke, and then I promise I'll go.”
    Thank God, he stopped, turned back to her, his face carved in granite.
    “You already know I love you. What else do I need to do to get you to trust me?”

    * * *

    Jesus. No one but Janica would stand there and ask him that. No one would dare.
    Then again, he'd never let anyone in this close. It had never even been a possibility until now.
    Until Janica.
    They stood there, facing each other in silence long enough that the sun moved completely below the water line.
    It wasn't until he could barely make out her face and form in the darkness that he finally admitted, “I don't know.” His heart was pounding so hard he could hardly say, “But I do know I don't want you to go.”
    And then she was moving across the sand into his arms and saying against his lips, “Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.”
    Her mouth was soft and sweet. Just like, he was continually surprised to find out, she was.
    So sweet.
    So soft.
    So warm.
    “Let's go back upstairs to the cabin so you can fall asleep in my arms again,” she whispered, her breath warm against his earlobe.
    But when they'd made it back up the stairs, sleep was the last thing on his mind. All he wanted was to be with her again, to lose himself in the comfort and joy of her body.
    “I need you,” he said, knowing how raw his statement was, but utterly unable to keep that truth from her.
    But there was no victory in her eyes at his admission of need. Just love.
    “I know you do. And I need you too.”
    This time, there was no rush. Neither of them was going anywhere else. And there was no anger, either.
    “I want to love you, Janica.”
    Again she said, “I know you do,” and something about the way she responded made him suddenly realize what he'd said. How it sounded.
    Like he wasn't just talking about physical lovemaking.
    Like he was talking about his heart.
    Was he?
    The impossible question fell away as she began to strip off his clothes and he reached for hers. Moonlight was streaming in through the windows, illuminating her incredible body.
    How could he ever go back from her? How could he ever move on without her? How would another woman ever match up to her?
    “I don't know how you're doing it,” he found himself saying.
    “Doing what?” she asked, her hands continuing to make short work of his clothes.
    He tried to figure out how to put it into words, into something that made sense when nothing made sense anymore. “Changing everything.” Even the things he hadn't thought needed changing. “So fast.”
    “You're doing it too, Luke.” She reached out and placed her palm flat over his heart. “Changing me. I've never said I love you to anyone else. But with you, I can't seem to stop.”
    Her words rushed through him, her love pushing up against every wall he'd ever built. It was instinctive for his brain to push back, to tell him to take a step back.
    And he would. He had to. For both of their sakes. Because he still believed what he'd said in the kitchen, that the two of them were too different to ever truly be together.
    But he couldn't walk away