She cleared her throat. Relax, water boy. We start as soon as I get a referral, diagnosis and prescription from your doctor. Probably sometime next week.
He glanced at Brianne. Shed leaned against the couch, still professional but more relaxed, so certain shed bought herself time before having to deal with him and his reluctance to begin therapy. Before having to convince him the only way hed allow-a seductive, playful coaxing. Because as long as Brianne would live and work here, Jake intended to control the situation.
He ignored the voice in his head reminding him that hed been seconds away from relinquishing control and turning the kiss from sensual to sinful, from easing her onto the couch and satisfying the basic yearning hed had since laying eyes on the sexy waitress. Neither would or could happen, of course, or shed know exactly how in shape his shoulder was. The games hed coax her into playing as she attempted to seduce him into therapy would have to suffice.
She obviously recognized his intent and hoped for some breathing room that would come with waiting for the doctors response. Too bad for her peace of mind; the paperwork was in the other room. Hed had it for weeks. He just hadnt used it because a close friend had been helping him privately. Sorry, but you dont get that kind of space, hon.
Dont call me that.
Does it offend you? he asked.
She shook her head. No, it turns me on.
Jake turned wide eyes her way.
She let out a laugh. Sorry. I just cant let you think youll always have the upper hand.
He inhaled slow and deep, forcing himself not to concentrate on what she had just said. Not to contemplate the possibilities of her actually being aroused. Right now. By him. I have the referral and paperwork in the other room, he told her.
As hed expected, that dimmed the wattage on her smile. I need to get myself settled.
How long?
Not very, she admitted. Rinas offer was so amazing, I spent last week organizing.
Can I help you move your things?
Her gaze fell to his shoulder. If you can manage that, you dont need me.
She was dead wrong. He definitely needed her. He just couldnt afford to. Im certain you have some kind of use for me.
She laughed. Im not going to touch that one.
The sound settled inside him, making him feel more alive than he had since hed both lost his best friend and injured his shoulder.
Jimmy-you know, the owner of the café-can help me move in.
Jake nodded, ignoring the unwelcome and unfamiliar stab of jealousy he felt at hearing another mans name on her lips. He changed the subject to one more interesting. I suppose Rina mentioned theres a private gym, a pool on the roof, as well as that whirlpool? he asked.
The subject came up, yes. Although if youd like to look into doing therapy at the hospital, we could use the facilities there.
I was referring to you using the pool and whirlpool in your free time. Not for therapy.
Oh, thats right. You havent agreed to anything yet.
He grinned. Exactly right.
She rolled her eyes. Care to tell me why not?
He averted his gaze.
Guess not.
He wondered if he imagined the disappointment that flashed across her features when he didnt confide in her, and refused to dwell on why her feelings bothered him. Im curious. What exactly was the deal you made with Rina?
She shrugged as if the answer were basic. Private physical therapy.
When, Brianne? He drew out her name, liking the feel of it on his lips. How often? He figured Rina would have pinned her down for two to three days a week, and told himself he needed to know the schedule she expected him to follow should he agree to therapy. But a part of Jake wanted to hear that shed committed to more.
I work rehab at the hospital during the day, so your therapy would be in the evenings.
His evenings lately had been routine-dinner, television and bed-and he suddenly envisioned a wealth of sensual opportunities with a woman who interested his mind as well as his body, then mentally decked himself because he needed his nights free in case he got a tip on Ramirez. How many nights a week?
At least five.
He forced a laugh. Rinas a slave driver. Im sure we can work out something easier on you. After all, you work days, too.
She shook her head. I made a deal and Ill work what Im being paid for. Her green eyes zeroed in on his. Youre not getting off that easily.
Knowing what was good for him, Jake took her warning seriously.
BRIANNE HAD BEEN GIVEN a reprieve. She couldnt move into the penthouse until shed packed up her things and she couldnt start working on Jake until she satisfied her obligation to Jimmy. She wouldnt desert her current employer without fair notice.
Shed bolted from the penthouse last night because shed needed space-fresh air that didnt include Jakes seductive, masculine scent. If she hadnt gotten out of that apartment, she might have succumbed to his easy grin and seductive charm. She might have been tempted to steal another kiss.
She had a hunch he wouldnt have stopped her. And she wouldnt have been satisfied with just one.
She curled up on her bed, the morning light spilling through the window, and pulled out the paperwork Jake had given her earlier. Many of the answers she didnt want to know lay before her. If she read these papers, shed be given insight into him as a man. He would become more real, more flesh and blood than he was to her already.
But she didnt have a choice. She hadnt wanted to think about the fact that shed have to look into his medical records and background before being able to begin physical therapy. That decision had been made, however, so Brianne took a deep breath and unfolded the documents.
One glimpse and her head spun in shock, disappointment and concern. He was a cop, a detective, injured on the job, who needed rehabilitation in order to return to active duty. By providing the physical therapy, shed be giving him back his career, and enabling him to put himself in danger again.
Apparently she was destined to have her life filled with risk-takers, people whose adrenaline only flowed when in the midst of excitement. She sighed. Well, at least now she had a concrete reason to not let herself get involved with Jake on any level other than the professional.
As if the probability of her leaving for California at the end of the summer wasnt enough of a deterrent to beginning any kind of relationship with this sexy, compelling man, she now had his hazardous occupation. Shed lost her parents and lived through the aftermath of their risk-taking. Shed built her present, established a future and gotten a handle on the way she wanted to live. No way shed let herself lose her heart or her peace of mind that way ever again. Even if the man excited her in ways she desperately wanted to explore.
Leaving the papers on the bed, she headed for the shower. Anything to soothe her. She stripped off her clothes, turned on the water and stepped inside. Hot water on the hardest massage setting pelted her already sensitized skin. Kissing Jake had aroused her, and now she needed the stinging sensation against her flesh to dull the need hed inspired.
But as the steady stream of water drilled her skin, instead of dulling the ache, it fanned the flame of desire. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight and the sensitive flesh between her legs full to bursting. She tried to tell herself that the way her blood raced through her veins was a response to the knowledge of freedom. That she was reacting to the lure of having a life.
When the summer was over and her time with Jake complete, shed move west and start over. She could just work one job and have the liberty to come home after work and curl up with a book, or to date a man instead of working a second shift. But Brianne knew she was deceiving herself about the reason for her excited state.
She was responding to Jake, to his flirtatious manner and the sizzling sexual awareness that shimmered between them. But it was an awareness that could go nowhere. She flipped off the water, knowing the shower was doing nothing to dampen her aroused state. No man had ever affected her so strongly, and nothing could ease the building desire.
She stepped out and grabbed for the fluffy towel shed left hanging behind the door. Steam filled the bathroom, making her hotter than shed been minutes earlier, if that were possible. Lifting her foot to the edge of the tub, she patted her leg dry, moving upward to her thigh. And she thought about Jakes injury and the bruising that discolored the otherwise perfect, tanned flesh. She thought about his pain and wanted to ease it.
And she would. With caressing brushes of her fingertips and with stroking movements across his skin. But what would stop her from moving lower? From easing her hands from his shoulder to his hair-roughened chest, to the puckered, darkened nipples just begging for her touch?
What would prevent her from then dipping lower, tracing his firm abdomen, and passing the waistband of his shorts until she encountered the other powerful muscle that would be rigid and firm, waiting for her?
And what would stop him from reciprocating? From moving his strong hands between her legs, from slipping his fingers between the folds of her flesh and easing the ache with slow but sure thrusts? What would stop him from picking up her personal rhythm and from making slow and sure become quick and fulfilling?
Absolutely nothing. The answer came to her immediately, and Briannes breath flowed in shallow gasps as she realized her own hands mimicked her desire, arousing her wanting flesh. And she realized nothing could stop what was about to happen. Meeting him had fanned the flame that had been lit at the moment of their first illicit glance. His sexy voice and seductive touch had sent her over the edge.
Nothing could stop the fantasy.
Nothing could stop them.
Bright light and a wash of pleasure, strong and enveloping, rushed through her. And Jakes name was on her lips.
AFTER A LONG DAY at the hospital, Brianne headed over to the restaurant to say goodbye to Jimmy one last time. Shed promised him two weeks notice, but when shed arrived and given him details, hed practically fired her on the spot. Jimmy knew how much money was at stake and refused to let her risk losing the opportunity. More than most, Jimmy understood the freedom Rinas payment would provide.