One in a Million by Susan Mallery Page B

the space-time continuum.
    So when he again swept his tongue against the inside of her lower lip, she moaned low in her throat.
    When he moved inside and brushed against her, let ting her taste him, feel him, dance with him, she respond with an intensity that was as foreign to her as the fiery need spiraling through her.
    She kissed him deeply, matching each thrusting stroke with one of her own. When he moved his hands from her back to her rear, she arched against him, flattening her belly against an impressive hard ness.
    They both strained to get closer and closer still. Heads tilting, tongues mating, hands roving, they gasped and kissed and nipped and surged.
    She traced the length of his spine, then felt his high, tight rear end. As her fingers dug into his flesh, his arousal flexed against her stomach. He slipped his hands to her hips, then to her waist. At the same time, he pulled away from her mouth and instead began to kiss her jaw, her neck, then that sweet spot right below her ear. He licked the sensitive skin and while she was still caught up in the pleasure, he sucked on her ear lobe. At the same moment, his hands closed over her sensitized breasts.
    She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Long fingers cupped her curves, while his thumbs and forefingers caressed her hard, aching nipples. Need raced through her. Need and desire and long ing for more. She wanted to tear off her clothes, and his. She wanted him to take her right there, on the counter. She wanted it hard and fast, her legs spread, him buried deep, thrusting and thrusting until they both lost control in a shuddering release.
    “ Nash," she breathed and reached for the buttons on his shirt.
    He grabbed the hem of her sweater and started to tug. Right then, there was a loud creak from overhead.
    Stephanie knew it was just the old house settling as the night temperature dropped, but it was enough to remind her of the fact that they really were in her kitchen and that she had three children sleeping up stairs. She stiffened slightly. Nash read the signal for what it was and immediately stepped back.
    His face was flushed, his eyes dilated, his mouth damp from their kisses. He looked like a man more than ready for a walk on the wild side. She had a feeling she looked just as ...aroused.
    Just don't think about how long it's been since you had sex, she told herself. The reality would be too depressing for words.
    In the silence of the kitchen, their breathing sounded loud and unnaturally fast. Nash recovered enough to speak first. Or maybe he wasn't as ner vous as she was.
    “ I haven't kissed anyone in a while," he said, his voice thick with passion and slightly wry. "I don't remember it being like that." She had to clear her throat before speaking. "Me, neither."
    “You okay?" She nodded.
    “Want me to apologize?" he asked.
    “ No. Not unless you're sorry." Oh, please, not that. She couldn't stand that.
    His dark eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "Not even close." He raised his hand toward her, then dropped it back to his side. "I'd better head upstairs before... Well, before we start at it again." She didn't want him to go, but she knew it was for the best. Ah, maturity. Why was it never as much fun as acting like an irresponsible kid?
    “ Sleep well," he said as he turned to leave. "Unlikely," she said before she could stop her self.
    He glanced at her and grinned. "Tell me about it."

    Chapter Seven

    Stephanie thought about looking at the clock, but the first time she'd checked it had been about ten to four in the morning. She doubted it was much past four now. Although she'd managed to doze on and off for a few hours, she'd spent most of the night alternating between reliving the incredible kiss she and Nash had shared and pulling the pillow over her face to muffle her shrieks of embarrassment.
    What had she been thinking? Had she been think ing? No, she told herself. She hadn't been thinking at all. She'd been reacting. She'd