long, slow storm of passion, hotter, more savage, ever more thunderous, until Sammie writhed with such intense desire that he clamped an arm around her waist to hold her close and tight. Her breasts tilted up against his chest, nipples rubbing against dark hair. Sensation upon sensation rolled through her as he pushed, retreated, pushed deeper, faster, finally pushed her over the crest so she clung to him breathless, gasping his name, grinding herself against him until he too shuddered and groaned, incoherent.
They slid down into a warm, dark place together, hands gentle, lips meeting and parting, eyes slumberous. Sammie never wanted to leave.
“What the...?” She muttered sleepily very much later. Nick chuckled, shaking her awake because she lay sprawled all over him. His big hands cradled her butt, holding her in place.
The strange rattling noise continued.
“What is it?” she whispered, worried Kelly might have returned to her apartment unexpectedly.
“It’s your new cat having a midnight snack. Chasing dry kibble around her plate.”
She huffed out an annoyed breath, and then exclaimed, “Midnight?”
“Not quite. Figure of speech.”
“Did I doze off?”
“Sleepy girl. Too much action for one night?”
She shot him her best narrow-eyed glare, which seemed to have no effect. He felt like a warm and very well-sprung mattress. Or should that be very well-hung? Hell, no doubt about it!
“There’s still part of a bottle of good wine out there,” he said. “Shall I bring it in?”
“Unless you’d rather have coffee? I can probably make my shaky legs walk to the kitchen.”
“I’ll get the wine.” She heard amusement and satisfaction in his voice. He dropped a kiss on her hair and slid out from under her.
Sammie watched him push the covers aside and rise. His arms and shoulders bunched and flexed, and his back stretched long and strong above a very cute butt and sensational darkly tanned legs.
Something behind her ribs gave a lurch of regret. If only she’d met Nick under other circumstances and at another time… It would be much harder working with him now, and it had been bad enough before. When the burn of attraction zinged between them at the fitness center, she’d have a murderously tough time keeping her mind off him and on her work.
But she had to escape New Zealand now she was finally free. She really didn’t want to give in to his potent attraction again. If they had a short-term affair she knew she’d fall hard, and then leaving him would tear her heart to shreds.
They’d have to treat this evening as one-time-only fun.
Somehow.
Who am I kidding?
Should she suggest he employed a different temp in her place? Or hurried up his search for a permanent replacement for AWOL Julie and soon-to-be mom Tyler? She turned the options around and around, not liking any of them much.
Nick brought their glasses into the bedroom and she held the bedcover up so it was easier for him to slide in beside her.
“Shame to waste it,” she agreed.
“It won’t be wasted. If we don’t finish it tonight I’ll give you a lift home from work tomorrow and we can polish the rest off then.”
Her face must have shown her dismay because he asked, “Problem?”
She quailed under his alert gaze.
Hell, best to tackle it now.
“Nick, this shouldn’t have happened.”
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“I’m working for you for the next month. How can we do this as well?”
“This?” He slid an arm around her and pillowed her head against his shoulder. Damn, but she fitted there perfectly...
“Bed,” she elaborated. “Sex. I think you should get a new temp to take over.”
“And then you’d feel better about having sex with me?”
She drew an annoyed breath. “No. It would be better not to have sex at all. I’m going traveling as soon as I can. I’d rather not start a relationship I can’t commit to.” She peered up at him. “ Not that sharing a bottle of
They slid down into a warm, dark place together, hands gentle, lips meeting and parting, eyes slumberous. Sammie never wanted to leave.
“What the...?” She muttered sleepily very much later. Nick chuckled, shaking her awake because she lay sprawled all over him. His big hands cradled her butt, holding her in place.
The strange rattling noise continued.
“What is it?” she whispered, worried Kelly might have returned to her apartment unexpectedly.
“It’s your new cat having a midnight snack. Chasing dry kibble around her plate.”
She huffed out an annoyed breath, and then exclaimed, “Midnight?”
“Not quite. Figure of speech.”
“Did I doze off?”
“Sleepy girl. Too much action for one night?”
She shot him her best narrow-eyed glare, which seemed to have no effect. He felt like a warm and very well-sprung mattress. Or should that be very well-hung? Hell, no doubt about it!
“There’s still part of a bottle of good wine out there,” he said. “Shall I bring it in?”
“Unless you’d rather have coffee? I can probably make my shaky legs walk to the kitchen.”
“I’ll get the wine.” She heard amusement and satisfaction in his voice. He dropped a kiss on her hair and slid out from under her.
Sammie watched him push the covers aside and rise. His arms and shoulders bunched and flexed, and his back stretched long and strong above a very cute butt and sensational darkly tanned legs.
Something behind her ribs gave a lurch of regret. If only she’d met Nick under other circumstances and at another time… It would be much harder working with him now, and it had been bad enough before. When the burn of attraction zinged between them at the fitness center, she’d have a murderously tough time keeping her mind off him and on her work.
But she had to escape New Zealand now she was finally free. She really didn’t want to give in to his potent attraction again. If they had a short-term affair she knew she’d fall hard, and then leaving him would tear her heart to shreds.
They’d have to treat this evening as one-time-only fun.
Somehow.
Who am I kidding?
Should she suggest he employed a different temp in her place? Or hurried up his search for a permanent replacement for AWOL Julie and soon-to-be mom Tyler? She turned the options around and around, not liking any of them much.
Nick brought their glasses into the bedroom and she held the bedcover up so it was easier for him to slide in beside her.
“Shame to waste it,” she agreed.
“It won’t be wasted. If we don’t finish it tonight I’ll give you a lift home from work tomorrow and we can polish the rest off then.”
Her face must have shown her dismay because he asked, “Problem?”
She quailed under his alert gaze.
Hell, best to tackle it now.
“Nick, this shouldn’t have happened.”
He raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“I’m working for you for the next month. How can we do this as well?”
“This?” He slid an arm around her and pillowed her head against his shoulder. Damn, but she fitted there perfectly...
“Bed,” she elaborated. “Sex. I think you should get a new temp to take over.”
“And then you’d feel better about having sex with me?”
She drew an annoyed breath. “No. It would be better not to have sex at all. I’m going traveling as soon as I can. I’d rather not start a relationship I can’t commit to.” She peered up at him. “ Not that sharing a bottle of
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