brushed his body against hers. "I'm gonna change that answer very soon, but you'll come to me," he told her, and took her mouth.
It wasn't a nice little kiss. It was a hungry, sexual oath of more to come. He meant business, and her body responded like kindling to a match. He slid his hands down to cup her bottom and pull her against him to feel his arousal.
She had the exhilarating and terrifying sense that he would take her at this moment on her desk. She had the exhilarating and terrifying sense that she would let him.
He pulled back instead, and the passion in his eyes was almost too much for her to bear. They had been through so much together during the past few days it was as if their bodies were demanding an ultimate union.
Trina opened the door and Tyler quickly turned around shielding Jill from her prying eyes. "Dr. Logan, I don't mean to bother you, but there's a discrepancy on your favorite color, and a reporter from a West Texas weekly newspaper would like to clarify. It's a human-interest story."
Tyler glanced back at Jill's dress and met her gaze with brief possessiveness. "Purple," he said, and headed for the door.
Trina blinked, then slowly nodded at his departure. "Okay."
That evening Jill visited with Sam, reading, singing and playing. She marveled at his resilience. It was hard to believe he'd just lost his mother and had been through major surgery. He was still quiet, and Social Services was searching for a foster family who could handle children with special needs, but he smiled shyly a few times and hugged her tightly.
The sensation of his little body grabbing on to her neck twisted her heart and made her long for the child she would never bear. She didn't, however, feel the same overwhelming grief anymore. The loss was still present, but taking care of Sam this past weekend had changed her. Odd, but caring for him nonstop had done something to her. She might often feel a twinge about babies, but she would never avoid children or their causes in the future. She wouldn't deny herself the fulfillment and pleasure.
As Sam drifted off to sleep, she thought of Tyler and a different sort of fulfillment and pleasure she'd also avoided for years. She groaned.
Putting Sam to bed, she remembered Tyler's claim this afternoon—that she would come to him. She still couldn't believe he'd said that.
Jill had never gone to a man's house with the intention to seduce. She didn't know if she had the nerve. While Tyler's sensuality was like a tornado, hers was like an ocean breeze.
How could she go to his apartment? She didn't even know his address. It wouldn't be difficult to find, she thought. But what would she wear? What would she say? What would she do?
Agitated, she left Sam's room. She had no idea how to seduce Tyler. Sex with her husband hadn't been particularly memorable. She suspected her experience with Tyler might be quite different.
How could she go? she wondered, swearing under her breath. How could she not?
It took her hours to get up the nerve, and she looked at it six ways from Sunday and came up with six different answers. She picked up a bottle of wine and a country CD at a quick mart and found her way to his apartment. His motorcycle was parked out front.
She cut her engine and reconsidered for the fiftieth time, then gathered her courage. Or was it insanity? She walked to his front door and knocked before she could think about it.
It took him such a long time to answer she almost left.
He answered the door in a pair of jeans with the top button undone and no shirt. His hair was mussed and his eyelids heavy. He'd been sleeping.
Jill felt her embarrassment reach epic proportions. Thank goodness he couldn't see her face because of the darkness. "I'm sorry. It's too late. You've been sleeping," she said without taking a breath. "I shouldn't have come."
He reached out and took her wrist. "No," he said. "I was just dozing. Come in."
He pulled the door shut behind her and stood there for a
It wasn't a nice little kiss. It was a hungry, sexual oath of more to come. He meant business, and her body responded like kindling to a match. He slid his hands down to cup her bottom and pull her against him to feel his arousal.
She had the exhilarating and terrifying sense that he would take her at this moment on her desk. She had the exhilarating and terrifying sense that she would let him.
He pulled back instead, and the passion in his eyes was almost too much for her to bear. They had been through so much together during the past few days it was as if their bodies were demanding an ultimate union.
Trina opened the door and Tyler quickly turned around shielding Jill from her prying eyes. "Dr. Logan, I don't mean to bother you, but there's a discrepancy on your favorite color, and a reporter from a West Texas weekly newspaper would like to clarify. It's a human-interest story."
Tyler glanced back at Jill's dress and met her gaze with brief possessiveness. "Purple," he said, and headed for the door.
Trina blinked, then slowly nodded at his departure. "Okay."
That evening Jill visited with Sam, reading, singing and playing. She marveled at his resilience. It was hard to believe he'd just lost his mother and had been through major surgery. He was still quiet, and Social Services was searching for a foster family who could handle children with special needs, but he smiled shyly a few times and hugged her tightly.
The sensation of his little body grabbing on to her neck twisted her heart and made her long for the child she would never bear. She didn't, however, feel the same overwhelming grief anymore. The loss was still present, but taking care of Sam this past weekend had changed her. Odd, but caring for him nonstop had done something to her. She might often feel a twinge about babies, but she would never avoid children or their causes in the future. She wouldn't deny herself the fulfillment and pleasure.
As Sam drifted off to sleep, she thought of Tyler and a different sort of fulfillment and pleasure she'd also avoided for years. She groaned.
Putting Sam to bed, she remembered Tyler's claim this afternoon—that she would come to him. She still couldn't believe he'd said that.
Jill had never gone to a man's house with the intention to seduce. She didn't know if she had the nerve. While Tyler's sensuality was like a tornado, hers was like an ocean breeze.
How could she go to his apartment? She didn't even know his address. It wouldn't be difficult to find, she thought. But what would she wear? What would she say? What would she do?
Agitated, she left Sam's room. She had no idea how to seduce Tyler. Sex with her husband hadn't been particularly memorable. She suspected her experience with Tyler might be quite different.
How could she go? she wondered, swearing under her breath. How could she not?
It took her hours to get up the nerve, and she looked at it six ways from Sunday and came up with six different answers. She picked up a bottle of wine and a country CD at a quick mart and found her way to his apartment. His motorcycle was parked out front.
She cut her engine and reconsidered for the fiftieth time, then gathered her courage. Or was it insanity? She walked to his front door and knocked before she could think about it.
It took him such a long time to answer she almost left.
He answered the door in a pair of jeans with the top button undone and no shirt. His hair was mussed and his eyelids heavy. He'd been sleeping.
Jill felt her embarrassment reach epic proportions. Thank goodness he couldn't see her face because of the darkness. "I'm sorry. It's too late. You've been sleeping," she said without taking a breath. "I shouldn't have come."
He reached out and took her wrist. "No," he said. "I was just dozing. Come in."
He pulled the door shut behind her and stood there for a
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