He stayed under the hot spray until he felt too weak to remain standing. When he staggered out, he ran directly into Delia.

They both nearly fell to the bathroom floor, but he managed to catch her and keep them upright. “Delia-”

“Shh.” She covered his lips with her fingers. With her other hand, she flipped off the light.

He was naked and dripping all over the floor, which left him feeling at a sore disadvantage, even without the light. “What’s going on?” he asked, removing her fingers from his lips.

“I need to talk to you.” Her voice faltered a bit when she stepped closer and brushed against his damp body.

“In the dark?”

“Just at first. Cade, I…”

She broke off unsteadily, and he knew she’d come close enough to realize he’d gotten aroused. Angry at his own inability to control his body, he tried to turn away, but she held him close, taking his hips in her hands and backing him with her until she was against the bathroom counter.

“What are you doing?” he asked, all the more baffled when she slid her arms around his neck and brought her body flush to his. “Delia-”

Her kiss cut him off, and what happened next was another sort of storm, equally powerful. He felt a blinding flash of need, an intense heat in his loins and a surge of love for her. With a groan of surrender, he gave in.

Before he could draw another breath, Delia had ripped her sweater over her head and undone her jeans. “Here,” she said. “Right here. Please, Cade, love me.”

“I do. I do.”

“No, I mean…” With a soft sound of need and impatience, she ran her hands down his chest, then lower, cupping him, dragging a moan from his lips.

He thrust into her hands, and she fumbled with her belt. Coming to his senses enough to help, he slid the jeans down her legs and lifted her off the floor.

“Hurry,” she whispered.

“Hold on, then,” he managed. “Hold on to me…there, oh, yeah, just like that.”

Then, using the counter for leverage, he entered her, making them both cry out at the unbelievable connection. “I have to see you.”

“Cade-”

“Have to,” he said stubbornly, and reaching out, he flipped the light back on.

And if he thought himself aroused before, at just the feel of her, it was nothing compared to how he felt now that he could see her. Everything he felt was mirrored in her eyes-hunger, passion and a driving need he wanted to hear her admit, but knew she never would.

She closed her eyes, to hide from him, from this.

“No, no, sweetheart, don’t. Open your eyes. Watch.”

She blushed but opened her eyes and kept them open, seeing the love he couldn’t hold back.

“Now tell me.” With an effort that had him quivering, he stayed still. “Tell me you want me.”

“I want you,” she responded immediately, holding on to him for dear life.

“Tell me you need me.”

She bit her lip, and when he withdrew almost all the way from her body, controlling her pleasure, she protested with a small cry.

“Tell me, dammit. Tell me now when I’m buried inside you and there’s nothing between us but this.” Slowly, torturously, he slid back into her, then withdrew again, and when she whimpered, arching toward him, he thrust hard. “Tell me.”

“I need you.” Her fingernails dug deeper into his back. “I didn’t understand this,” she gasped. “Not until now. Don’t stop loving me, Cade.”

“I won’t.” His voice was like gravel, his body primed and ready, so that when she tossed her head back and started to shudder, he couldn’t hold himself back.

Long after the pulsing ended, his body continued to tremble, but it had nothing to do with his adventure in the wilderness and everything to do with holding Delia in his arms again, feeling her against him and knowing he wasn’t ever going to get over her.

Delia was sagged against him, still damp and panting. Uncertain he could even move, much less get them both into the bedroom, Cade brushed her cheek with his and murmured her name.

She relaxed her legs and slid down his body, then lifted her head to let him see into her teary eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered, gently sliding his fingers over her face, his heart twisting. “Oh, baby, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“You’re killing me.” At his horror, she let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob, and tightened her arms and legs around him. “I thought it mattered who I was, where I came from,” she whispered. “It mattered to me, you know, and because of that, I was certain it mattered to you, too.”

“Delia-”

“No, listen. Please, listen. I thought I was a nobody whose own parents didn’t want her. Then when I found out I wasn’t the heir, I felt even worse.”

“I don’t care where you come from. I never did.”

“I know,” she said in awe, cupping his face. “You just…love me. No matter what. I still can’t quite believe it.”

“Believe it,” he said. “I always will.”

“Oh, Cade…” There were tears in her eyes again and he nearly swore. But then he saw the smile curving her lips, the hope and love shining in her eyes.

“I do love you, Cade McKnight,” she murmured. “In spite of myself, I do. And you know what?” Her voice broke and she drew a long unsteady breath. “I always have.”

“I want forever,” he said with steel conviction. “I want it with you.”

“Forever sounds good to me.” Her tears fell freely now. “Can we start right away?”

The fist around Cade’s heart loosened for the first time in weeks, maybe years. He hauled Delia close and hugged her. “Right away,” he said. “Right now. Besides, I’m just where I want to be. Home.”

“Home,” she echoed.

When pressed for an answer on why she writes romance, Jill Shalvis just smiles and says she didn’t realize there was anything else. She’s written over a dozen novels so far and doesn’t plan on stopping. She lives in California, in a house filled with young children, too many animals and her hero/husband. Jill loves to hear from readers, and can be reached at P.O. Box 3945, Truckee, CA 96160.