Down on Her Knees (14 page)

She tipped her head consideringly. “It hit me the night at the hotel.” The epiphany she’d had excited her even now and she rested her elbows on the granite island. “Rafe is every bit as invested as I am. Every bit as vulnerable. I hold as much power over him as he does me. I’m trusting him to keep me safe even when he might be meting out a punishment, but the power he has is a direct result of my will. I offer that to him when we’re doing a scene together, and he accepts and takes the reins from there, but it all starts with me. It makes me feel strong and sexy and beautiful.”

And happy,
she wanted to add, but Cat’s eyes had clouded with worry.

“Makes sense to me, but don’t underestimate how stubborn the man can be. If he did all the things you described, I’d put money on the fact that he’s falling in love with you. He wouldn’t have slept over at your house if he wasn’t. But he’s a tough nut,” Cat said, bustling over to the double oven and taking out a pan of baked potatoes. “He’s stuck to these ideas for five years now, and it’s not easy to convince a man he’s wrong sometimes. Especially not a man like Rafe.”

“I know you’re right. I might wait to say anything until we do the two other scenes. Give him a chance for his brain to catch up with the rest of him, maybe.” At least, she hoped that was how it would go. “But before this is over, I’m going to tell him how I feel. That I’m crazy about him and that I think we could have something really special if he gave it a chance.”

He’d done that for her. Helped her get the confidence and build the strength to risk her heart again. But it was still terrifying. Another trickle of nerves skittered through her and she pushed herself to her feet.

“Well, I’ll be thrilled for you both,” Cat said, gathering up the salad dressing and toppings. “And I’m sure the fact that he got the job done when no one else could doesn’t hurt. If I were you, I’d put a ring on it, lickety-split.”

Courtney chuckled, following behind with the large wooden bowl full of greens. She turned toward the door and froze in her steps when she saw Rafe standing there.

“Am I missing something funny, ladies?”

Courtney’s laughter faded at the stark look on his face. Her heart stuttered and she risked a glance at Cat, who cleared her throat.

“I’m going to check on the burgers.” She scurried out the back door onto the porch without a backward glance and Courtney’s stomach pitched.

“What is she talking about, ‘got the job done’?”

Chapter Thirteen

Rafe stood in the doorway between the dining room and kitchen, reeling. She was crazy about him? Euphoria came in almost hard enough to conquer the fear and denial. But not quite.

Courtney shifted restlessly under his gaze, and set the bowl she’d been holding on the granite island. “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough. And I’m curious about the whole ‘getting the job done’ thing.” That, of the things he’d heard, was the least of his concerns at the moment, but the last thing he wanted was to give her an opening to air her feelings about him right now. He had no fucking clue what he could say back, and needed some time to work it out.

She looked down at her hands, and twisted at the slim silver ring on her pinky. “I should have put it on the survey, I guess, but it wasn’t really relevant and it’s pretty embarrassing. Um, before you and I…that night after the reception? I’d never had an orgasm before.”

He digested the information and tipped his head. It was still a stunning revelation. Not more stunning than the one banging around in his head like a ricocheting bullet, but still, a doozy. “With a man,” he added and went back into the think tank, trying to determine how this affected their relationship, if at all. He didn’t like the fact that she hadn’t confided in him, but he understood why she hadn’t.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” She blew out an exasperated sigh. “No. Not with a man. I mean, at all.”

He stared at her now. “Ever?”

She shook her head. “Never.”

The first time she’d ever felt an orgasm in her life was with him. And the second time. And the third and fourth and the fifth. Fuck, no wonder she’d changed her tune so quickly.

One minute she wasn’t sure she wanted a relationship with him and the next she was all about it, asking him to stay over. Not so astounding when he considered how everything progressed. He thought back to Lacey’s bachelorette party when Courtney had grilled him about his sex life and how adamant she’d been that it was wrong for her. Then they’d had that spontaneous meet-up on the side of the road where it all started. He made her come and come hard, and all of a sudden her “nevers” and “no ways” became “probably nots” and “maybes”.

Then after the first scene, she agreed to go to the carnival with him, opening herself even more. And after the other night at the hotel? He’d lost count of the times she’d screamed his name. Even last night…

He pushed last night out of his head with a brutal shove.

Boy, for a detective, he’d sure missed some major clues.

Or maybe you saw what you wanted to see.

“The form you sent me specifically asked if there was anything I should know about your sexual history, Courtney. I can’t see how you thought this didn’t qualify.”

She looked so miserable, all the anger left him in a whoosh. Hell, she couldn’t help it. Anyone who’d managed to get halfway through their twenties without coming was going to feel pretty warm and squishy about the first guy who did her right. Maybe she’d needed that extra push of fantasy and edge to throw her over, or maybe she’d finally let herself go enough to allow it to happen, but whatever the case, odds were good that this wasn’t love at all. Near sick with relief and something else he refused to contemplate for too long, he met her gaze again, his path clear.

“Say something,” she whispered miserably.

In spite of his clamoring emotions, he managed to keep his tone even. “That sucks for you. I’m sorry that it took this long to work it out.”

“So that’s it? You’re not mad that I didn’t tell you?”

“I wish you had. It’s important to be totally honest and forthcoming when it comes to those surveys, but I’m not mad.”

She nodded but still looked unsure. “Okay. Well, Lacey and Galen picked me up. Maybe you could give me a ride home after dinner and we can talk? The food’s probably getting cold and Cat probably feels uncomfortable. We should go out and let her know everything’s cool.”

He crossed the room and held the door open, then followed her out. She brushed his arm with her fingertips and he wished he could give in to the urge to reassure her. To take her hand and give it a squeeze so she’d know everything was going to be all right. But he couldn’t do that.

Because at this point? He was pretty sure nothing was going to be right at all.

Despite their agreement to talk, the ride home was almost silent. He hated making her feel bad and insecure. A dozen times, he’d opened his mouth to reassure her, but the fact was, he couldn’t. Not if he was being honest.

“Williams got some new info on that convenience store assault case. I have to meet him at the station to go over it. I can come in to check the house if you want, but I can’t stay.”

That much was true. His partner had called him after they’d finished dinner when Courtney was saying her good-byes to Cat. He didn’t add that there was no real reason they couldn’t go over it on the telephone.

Because he needed to buy time. Time to decide what the fuck he was going to do. They had two more scenes together and he wasn’t ready to give her up yet. He took a left onto her street and had almost convinced himself to turn around. To say fuck it and bring her back to his house like none of this had happened.

Then he remembered what it felt like to have his heart smashed into pieces. To love someone and lose them. Maybe Courtney loved him, and maybe, as he suspected, it was nothing more than her confusing lust with love. Either way, he wasn’t willing to risk causing her more pain just so he could spend two more nights with her. That would make him a bigger bastard than her ex.

Now that she’d moved past her issues and gotten her confidence back she should get out there, meet people, find someone who could offer her something more than toe-curling orgasms.

When he allowed himself to consider the consequences of this decision—that by doing this, he was resigning himself to the fact that someday, maybe soon, there would be another guy curling her toes—he wanted to howl in fury.

Jealousy like he’d never felt before made his hands clench the wheel tighter until his knuckles turned white. His throat ached with the need to tell her that she was
his
woman. That the thought of another man touching her made him want to commit violence.

Instead, he pulled into her driveway and managed to grind out the words he’d been dreading.

“We need to talk.”

…

A rush of blood hummed in her ears and she tried to shove back the rising tide of panic. Surely it couldn’t be as ominous as it sounded. Not eighteen hours before, they’d been wrapped in each other’s arms, his face lit with the same happiness she’d been feeling.

She pushed past the ache in her throat and nodded. “Okay, what about?”

It was going to be okay. It had to be.

“About us and the two remaining scenes.”

Not okay. Her stomach flipped and she blinked back the tears pooling behind her lids. “Is this because of what you overheard at Cat’s? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but—”

“No. This is about me and my priorities. Things at work are crazy right now. Hell, I shouldn’t have even left the precinct tonight. I’m in the middle of a case now and they’ve been coming back-to-back. I’m on track for a promotion and I’ve got to stay focused.”

Could that really be it? But then why the sudden revelation? Still, a little ember of hope blazed in her heart.

“Well, when work calms down again, maybe?” She hated the pleading note that had crept into her voice but was helpless to stop it.

His jaw had clenched and he stared out the window for a long moment before answering. “I wouldn’t count on that. But I had a great time with you,” he continued, his tone impersonal but polite. “I’m impressed at how open-minded you were. I appreciate that more than you know.”

Fury came in hot and fast, neatly replacing the despair.

Old Courtney might have let that sack of crap excuse stand, but new, improved Courtney wasn’t about to let him off so easily. ”You
appreciate
it?” She turned to glare at him now, her whole body trembling. “Well that’s great, Rafe. Why don’t you send me a fucking fruit basket along with a little thank-you note. ‘Dear Courtney, I appreciate the copious amounts of ass. Warm regards, Detective Rafe Davenport.’”

“Don’t be that way.” He wouldn’t look at her, instead keeping his gaze locked on her garage door. “Look, we spent some time together. We both enjoyed it. I think it’s best if we leave it at that.”

The anger drained away as quickly as it had come, and she shrank into her seat as utter despair settled over her. “The carnival, and last night…I know I wasn’t alone in this. I know you felt it too.”

He stayed stock-still and silent, his swift intake of breath the only indication that he’d heard her at all. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this,” she whispered, one hand on the door handle, willing herself to open it before she embarrassed herself by begging.

“I hope someday you will.”

Someday. Someday, long in the future, because they wouldn’t be seeing each other anymore, whether his workload lightened or not.

She yanked the door open and got out of the car, tears blinding her.

“Courtney.”

His voice was low now. Sad. She stopped but didn’t face him, refusing to let him see her cry.

“Take care of yourself.”

“Take
care
of yourself? That’s it?”

The astonished look on Cat’s face was enough to send a fresh crop of tears to Courtney’s eyes. She nodded miserably and swiped a tissue over her face.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

“I don’t get it,” Cat said flatly. Her hands were balled into fists at her side and her cheeks were ruddy with fury. She paced around the living room like a caged animal, back and forth over the beige carpet, looking as confused and helpless as Courtney felt. “I seriously want to strangle him right now.”

They’d been going over and over it for the better part of an hour and operation “Cheer Courtney Up” had morphed into operation “Talk Cat out of Murder.”

After Rafe dumped her a few nights before, she’d been in such a state of shock, she’d holed up like a wounded bear. She called in to work and took her three personal days, hunkered in with her Rosetta Stone and pint of Ben & Jerry’s, which she was too nauseous to even eat. The only ray of light was that she was now food-fluent in Portuguese.

By the time Friday rolled around and an uninformed Cat called to see if she was going to meet them for happy hour, the dam had reached point break and her question was met with a racking sob. She’d been knocking at Courtney’s door half an hour later.

“I can see him being a little put out that you didn’t mention the orgasm thing,” she conceded with a huff, “but breaking it off? Is that really what you think it was? It doesn’t make any sense. If anything, he should be happy. Seems like something most guys would want chiseled onto their tombstone.”

She came to an abrupt stop and wheeled around, throwing her arms out dramatically. “Here lies Rafe. Son…friend…hero…and purveyor of first-time orgasms.”

Courtney only half listened as she listed to the side and rested her head on the velvety throw pillow, snuggling deeper into the couch cushions. If only she could sink all the way into them until they swallowed her like a cocoon. Then, someday when her heart stopped feeling like someone had put it through a meat grinder, she could crawl back out, whole again.

“I’d love to explain it to you,” she said helplessly, “but I’m not even sure that was the reason. All he said was that he needed to prioritize. Think through some things, and that work had gotten really intense.”

She’d known that for the lie it was when he wouldn’t look at her as he said it. But then again, who was she to judge? She’d lied too. Maybe a lie of omission, but a lie nonetheless. Her stomach roiled as she recalled the expression on his face. Sad, yeah, but also resigned. Determined. There was nothing she was going to say that would change his mind, and she knew it.

That hadn’t stopped her from trying.

Well, when work calms down again, maybe…

She shuddered at the memory.

Take care of yourself.

The words, so final, so generic but so telling, had been bouncing around in her brain for days.

She’d take care of herself because what other choice did she have? But she wondered if he had any clue how much he’d hurt her. As bad as she felt about her lie of omission, was it really so bad that it merited this, or was she missing his true motive entirely? She might never know because he hadn’t seen fit to tell her.

Cat stayed with her the rest of the day, refusing to leave until Courtney had eaten a pint of wonton soup and a spring roll, and promised to get off the couch and take a walk that evening. After a tight hug punctuated with a warning that she’d be back on Sunday, she’d left Courtney alone with her thoughts.

Thoughts that were filled with Rafe. The way she felt when he touched her. The way he smelled. His smile. The way his eyes filled with that slow-burning heat when he looked at her.

Maybe she’d get past this and come out on the other side better for it in some way. Maybe she’d wallow for a while, pick herself up, and find someone new who made her feel the way he did. Maybe she’d be able to climb into bed at night, close her eyes and not see his face.