Rachel giggled, and no doubt sounded like a schoolgirl. “Oh, yes, there’s a very special reason. My last appointment canceled and Jolene’s got basketball tryouts after school.”
Bruce caught on right away. “You mean we would be alone?”
“That’s what I figured.” She giggled again.
“Give me ten minutes.”
“You got it.” Rachel closed the phone and held it against her heart, grinning wildly. She saw Joan watching her, eyebrows raised.
“I take it you don’t want me to schedule anything for the rest of the day?”
“Please.” Rachel hurried into the back room where she threw on her coat. She was a woman with a mission.
She got home first and tore into the bedroom, where she closed the drapes, then pulled off her clothes and hopped into the shower. Her best friend, Teri Polgar, had bought her a sheer negligee as a wedding gift, which Rachel had yet to wear. She was finally going to initiate it.
The front door opened and Bruce dashed inside. “Rachel?”
“In here,” she called back, hoping she sounded sultry and sexy. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her side, facing him, the provocative black negligee revealing far more than it concealed. Her chin was propped on one hand.
Bruce came into the room and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Looking for someone?” Rachel purred.
He swallowed visibly. It was a moment before he was able to move or speak. “I need a shower,” he croaked.
Rachel rolled onto her back. “Hurry.”
“Oh, I’ll try.” He started throwing off his clothes as he trotted toward the bathroom. His shirt fell onto the carpet next to the bed. It was a testament to the quality of the garment that the buttons hadn’t been ripped off in his haste. His shoes were next; one was kicked under the bed and the other bounced against the wall and into the bathroom.
“We have all afternoon, you realize,” she said. “Shall I pour us a glass of champagne?”
The shower door opened. “Champagne?”
“Another gift from Teri and Bobby.”
“Sure…” His gaze was riveted on her. “You are so beautiful.”
“That’s how you make me feel,” she whispered.
While Bruce showered, Rachel went into the kitchen. Although it was an odd contrast with the negligee, she wore her old terry-cloth robe, not wanting to risk being seen through the windows. She opened the refrigerator and sorted through the milk and yogurt and eggs to the farthest reaches of the bottom shelf, where she’d stored the champagne. Moët et Chandon, something she’d never expected to taste.
By the time she heard Bruce, the flutes were out and ready. She’d lit several scented candles, too. The mood was set except for the music. She found an appropriate CD and put it on.
A minute or two later, Bruce met her in the kitchen. He was barefoot and naked with a towel around his waist. His dark hair fell in wet tendrils, dripping moisture onto his neck and shoulders. As far as Rachel was concerned, he’d never looked sexier.
Rachel turned to greet him with a shy smile. She held the champagne bottle in her hand and removed the wire top. “Someone once told me that the correct way to open champagne is to twist the bottle and not the cork. When properly opened, it should sound like a contented woman.”
Bruce pretended to leer. “I’m more than eager to hear the sound of a contented woman.”
“The champagne or me?” she asked.
He grinned. “Both.”
Rachel attempted to follow the opening directions for champagne, and the cork popped much more loudly than she’d expected.
“You can be as noisy as you want, too,” her husband joked, taking the bottle out of her hands. He filled both flutes and gave her one. Clutching his own, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers. Their lips clung as the kiss deepened. Although only their mouths touched, an overwhelming physical response rippled through her.
Bruce groaned and put down his champagne. “Maybe we could drink this later?” he asked, hardly sounding like himself.
“What do you have in mind?” she asked as he took the flute from her and set it on the kitchen counter.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit warm in here?”
“Hmm. I know what you mean.”
“You have too many clothes on.”
Rachel smiled. “You could be right.” She glanced out the kitchen window, saw no one, then peeled off her robe.
Bruce led her down the narrow hallway to the master bedroom, then lifted her into his arms.
“Bruce, I’m too heavy,” she protested but not too strenuously.
“Well…it’s not far from here to the bed.” He shoved the door with his foot, closing it partway.
Looping her arms around his neck, Rachel nibbled at his earlobe and felt his body shiver with excitement. She was excited, too. The freedom to make love without fear of waking or disturbing Jolene was heaven.
Bruce reverently placed her on the bed, his eyes glowing with love and wonder. “These past few weeks…”
“I know, I know.” Reaching for her husband, she urged him down so that he was sprawled across her. They kissed until Rachel was breathless with desire. “Oh, Bruce,” she sighed. “I want you so much.”
No sooner had the words left her lips than the front door opened and closed.
Bruce froze.
Rachel did, too.
“What’s Jolene doing home?” Bruce whispered fiercely.
“She’s supposed to be at basketball tryouts!”
“Rachel?” Jolene called out. “Are you home? Dad?”