Instead, she relished it. He wanted her. And, God help her, she wanted him with a passion that kept growing. A sense of desperation crept into her. What would happen to them when they returned to their everyday lives? Would John’s job keep him away from her? She knew he’d told her he was mostly involved in security systems now and helping out businesses, but she worried about him. Would he choose to work as a bodyguard again? If she agreed to give them a chance, would she be enough for him? That was the real question. She wondered if she was enough to hold a man like John’s attention. She frowned, not liking where her thoughts were headed. It wasn’t like her to be so insecure. “Hey. Where did you go?” John captured her face between his large, warm hands and stared into her eyes. There was worry in his blue gaze. She shook her head. “Nowhere.” She didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. “Where were we?” She wanted to make love with John once more. For that’s what it was for her—making love.
