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simmering.
They weren't at the point yet where they could communicate without speaking, but that would come eventually. When that kind of bond was created, it would be impossible to break without cau sing emotional or mental damage.
As it was, her ability to separate her own emotions from his was weakening. The only way out was to release him permanently. It was all, or nothing. But she'd chosen who she wanted, and r eleasing him now was not an option.
The emotional bond was a connection of the head and the heart, a sharing of consciousness that went beyond the physical. No matter where they were, no matter how many kilometers separated them, they would always be together.
When Nadira had been taken away from her mother, no one had given a thought to the broken bond between them. She'd never been taught how to heal the wound. But that would never happen again.
Dakar and the others couldn't force another partner on her as long as she was connected to Jon. Nadira had the advantage this time, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
When they got to the apartment, she went to make a cup of tea for herself while Jonathan went into his office. He'd taken the spare room and turned it into a space for his work.
As she poured the steaming water over the fresh red leaves, she inhaled the aroma. It was earthy, smelling like the rich brown soil of the North Country after a rain. She'd spent time there with her mother so many years ago.
Jonathan came out of the spare room and, without a glance in her direction, went into the bath area, letting the door close behind him. A moment later she heard the shower running.
Knowing Jon, it was just his way of using his overflow of energy. Sitting still for him was impossible, especially if he was disturbed about something. Knowing him as she did, she knew exactly what to do to break through.
Nadira slid out of her chair and went to the closed door. It opened with a light touch of her fingers. As the door closed behind her, she stood there taking in the sight of Jonathan under the shower jets, his back to her as he rubbed the liquid soap over his muscular arms. No doubt he'd turn in a moment, and then she'd do what she came for.
Water washed over him, trailing down his back in rivulets, washing over his firm hips, splashing down his sinewy legs. She hadn't come here just to watch him, but she was enjoying the view. Most of the company workers, who spent their time warehoused in cubicles that filled the office towers, were far from muscular.
But Jonathan stood out, not only for his build and height, but also for his insistence on wearing his dark brown hair shorter than the current shoulder-length fashion. Mikal's pearlized, plastic-looking appearance was as far away from Jon's, as night was to day. Jonathan's refusal to try to be impossibly perfect only made him more attractive.
After his time in the hot shower, his skin was flushed along his shoulders and back, and gradually paler across his hips and thighs. Continuing her gaze downward, she watched the water pool at his feet, forming a small stream that flowed to the drain. It was quite fortunate that her shower was large enough to fit at least four people, which meant they'd never had to restrict their movements when they'd decided to spend time in there together.
Finally, he slowly turned, stopping in mid scrub as he saw her there. His grey eyes wide at first, then inviting. Nadira removed her shirt, then her shoes and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor next to his. She wanted to draw this out as long as possible, knowing the effect it was having on him. Yes, it was quite obvious what the effect was. Pulling on her bra top, she gently freed herself of the garment, dropping it to join the rest of her clothing. Yes, she had his attention now. But she kept on the last item she was wea ring, and joined him in the shower enclosure.
Taking her into his arms, he slipped his tongue between her lips, teasing and
They weren't at the point yet where they could communicate without speaking, but that would come eventually. When that kind of bond was created, it would be impossible to break without cau sing emotional or mental damage.
As it was, her ability to separate her own emotions from his was weakening. The only way out was to release him permanently. It was all, or nothing. But she'd chosen who she wanted, and r eleasing him now was not an option.
The emotional bond was a connection of the head and the heart, a sharing of consciousness that went beyond the physical. No matter where they were, no matter how many kilometers separated them, they would always be together.
When Nadira had been taken away from her mother, no one had given a thought to the broken bond between them. She'd never been taught how to heal the wound. But that would never happen again.
Dakar and the others couldn't force another partner on her as long as she was connected to Jon. Nadira had the advantage this time, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
When they got to the apartment, she went to make a cup of tea for herself while Jonathan went into his office. He'd taken the spare room and turned it into a space for his work.
As she poured the steaming water over the fresh red leaves, she inhaled the aroma. It was earthy, smelling like the rich brown soil of the North Country after a rain. She'd spent time there with her mother so many years ago.
Jonathan came out of the spare room and, without a glance in her direction, went into the bath area, letting the door close behind him. A moment later she heard the shower running.
Knowing Jon, it was just his way of using his overflow of energy. Sitting still for him was impossible, especially if he was disturbed about something. Knowing him as she did, she knew exactly what to do to break through.
Nadira slid out of her chair and went to the closed door. It opened with a light touch of her fingers. As the door closed behind her, she stood there taking in the sight of Jonathan under the shower jets, his back to her as he rubbed the liquid soap over his muscular arms. No doubt he'd turn in a moment, and then she'd do what she came for.
Water washed over him, trailing down his back in rivulets, washing over his firm hips, splashing down his sinewy legs. She hadn't come here just to watch him, but she was enjoying the view. Most of the company workers, who spent their time warehoused in cubicles that filled the office towers, were far from muscular.
But Jonathan stood out, not only for his build and height, but also for his insistence on wearing his dark brown hair shorter than the current shoulder-length fashion. Mikal's pearlized, plastic-looking appearance was as far away from Jon's, as night was to day. Jonathan's refusal to try to be impossibly perfect only made him more attractive.
After his time in the hot shower, his skin was flushed along his shoulders and back, and gradually paler across his hips and thighs. Continuing her gaze downward, she watched the water pool at his feet, forming a small stream that flowed to the drain. It was quite fortunate that her shower was large enough to fit at least four people, which meant they'd never had to restrict their movements when they'd decided to spend time in there together.
Finally, he slowly turned, stopping in mid scrub as he saw her there. His grey eyes wide at first, then inviting. Nadira removed her shirt, then her shoes and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor next to his. She wanted to draw this out as long as possible, knowing the effect it was having on him. Yes, it was quite obvious what the effect was. Pulling on her bra top, she gently freed herself of the garment, dropping it to join the rest of her clothing. Yes, she had his attention now. But she kept on the last item she was wea ring, and joined him in the shower enclosure.
Taking her into his arms, he slipped his tongue between her lips, teasing and
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