Glory

"She soaked naked in a small, whirling lagoon cupped under palm trees and moonlight. Her muscles slack from the heated water, and thorough sex. She listened to the song of night birds – no simulation, but the real thing that hung on the fragrant air like tears. For now, for one night, the pressures of the job were light years away. He could do that to her – and FOR her, she realized. He could open little pockets of peace. Roarke watched her, pleased at the way the tension had melted from her face with a bit of pampering. He loved seeing her this way: unwound, limp with pleasuring her senses, too lax to remember to be guilty for indulging herself, just as he loved seeing her revved, her mind racing, her body braced for action. No, it had never been like this for him before, with anyone. Of all the women he’d known, she was the only one he was compelled to be with, driven to touch. Beyond the physical, the basic and apparently insatiable lust she inspired in him was a constant fascination. Her mind. Her heart. Her secrets. Her scars. He had told her once, they were two lost souls. He thought now he has spoken no more than the truth. But with each other, they’d found something that rooted them. For a man who’d been wary of cops all of his life, it was staggering to know that his happiness now depended on one." JD Robb