day marry and have a couple of them. Now that Ray was out of her life, she could look back with a clearer understanding of her feelings for the man. He’d been with her since she was eighteen. She’d been more in love with the idea of getting married and having children than she’d been in love with the man himself.
At that moment, she couldn’t even bring up an image of Ray in her mind. The only image that came to her readily was that of the rugged Delta Force soldier in the other room.
The exhaustion of moments ago faded away to be replaced by an adrenaline rush that made her blood hum and her body sing in anticipation. She’d teased him earlier about wanting more when the concert was over.
Well, the concert was over.
Sunny grabbed makeup remover sheets and scrubbed the junk off her face. Then she switched on the water and climbed beneath the spray, washing away the rest of the makeup and the hairspray that had kept her hair bouncy throughout the performance.
When she turned off the water, all that was left was Sunny. And she was on fire with a need so strong she shook with the force of it.
She stepped out of the shower, dried her body from head to toe and rubbed as much moisture out of her hair as she could. Then she brushed the tangles out, French-braided the damp tresses and slipped into a frothy, white nightgown that barely covered the white lace thong panties she put on next. If this didn’t say she was ready to take their relationship to the next level, she didn’t know what would.
Glancing into the mirror, she wondered if she should apply just a little makeup to brighten her cheeks and lips. She shook her head and reached for the doorknob. What she liked about Dash was that he saw her. Not just the celebrity in the sequins and heavy makeup.
Taking a deep breath and praying she hadn’t read the Delta wrong, she stepped out of the bathroom and almost ran into the man she’d been thinking about.
He held up two cups of steaming brew. “Whoa, babe. This stuff is hot.”
Then his brow dipped, and he let out a long low whistle. “But clearly not as hot as you.”
Her cheeks heated as she lifted her chin, knowing the tips of her nipples were hardening, making dark points jut out behind the sheer fabric of her nightgown.
“Is that for me?” she asked, nodding toward one of the cups.
He swallowed hard. “Yes. Yes of course.” Still, he stood without moving.
“The tea?” she prompted, fighting the urge to laugh delightedly. Her gown had the desired impact. Now all she had to do was capitalize on that impact. She wanted this man. Wanted to make love to him and feel his hard, naked body against hers.
She took the mug of tea from his hand, took a tentative sip, and then set it on the counter behind her in the bathroom. “Are you going to drink that?” Sunny nodded toward the second cup of tea.
Dash looked toward the cup as if it took great effort to drag his gaze from her. “Drink? Oh yeah. No. I think I’m done with tea.” He reached around her and set the cup on the counter with hers. Then he bent to scoop her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. “Tell me this isn’t what you had in mind, and I’ll leave you alone and go take a very cold shower.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You told me not to wear anything so sexy unless I meant it.” She stared up at him, her smile fading and her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I mean it.”
“I thought you were tired,” he said, laying her on the mattress, her legs draped over the side. He leaned over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You need your rest.”
She reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. “I need you.”
He dragged his finger along the curve of her cheek. “I don’t want to be the reason you pass out on the stage.”
“Then don’t stall a moment longer,” she coaxed. A frown settled on her pretty brow. “Unless I’ve read you wrong, and you’re not that into me.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m into you in a big way,” he said. “But I don’t want you to fall asleep the first time I make love