What If I'm Pregnant...? by Carla Cassidy Page B

indulge herself?
    She didn’t want a man in her life permanently. She had her life carefully mapped out before her, and nowhere did it include a man. But she just wanted this man for this moment in time.
    â€œColette…sweet Colette,” he said as he broke the kiss and his mouth trailed down the length of herneck. “Since I kissed you the other night, I’ve thought of nothing else but kissing you again.”
    â€œI’ve thought about it a lot, too,” she admitted, breathless from the sensation of his lips on the sensitive skin of her throat. She tilted her head back slightly to give him better access to her neck.
    â€œI’ve thought about other things besides kissing you,” he said, the confession pulling a renewed burst of flames through her.
    â€œSo have I,” she replied.
    She had no opportunity to say anything more as his mouth once again found hers, plying her lips with sweet heat that stole through her entire body.
    He held her so close her breasts snuggled against his broad chest and her thighs were pressed against his.
    His hands moved down and cupped her buttocks, the intimacy sending a shiver of white-hot desire through her.
    She knew he wanted her…the evidence of that was apparent by their physical closeness. And she wanted him. She knew all the reasons why she shouldn’t…but she did.
    Still kissing her, he maneuvered them closer to the sofa, and she could feel his heartbeat banging against her own. The knowledge that she stirred him enriched the desire that flowed through her.
    He moved his hands, up, up, to the back of her dress where the zipper began. Colette held her breathas she heard the hiss of the zipper falling to just below her hips, felt the cool air that indicated the dress now gaped wide open in the back.
    He broke the kiss as he slid the dress from her shoulders. She caught it at her breasts, unsure how far she wanted this moment to go.
    However, as she gazed into his midnight-blue eyes, she saw not only a ravenous hunger, but also a sweet tenderness, a wealth of gentleness that filled up empty places she hadn’t known existed inside her.
    Drawing a deep breath, she allowed the dress to fall to the floor, leaving her in her beige lace slip, her lacy white bra and her panty hose and panties. She stepped out of the pool of caramel-colored material, her heartbeat pounding so loudly in her ears she could hear nothing else.
    She started for the sofa, then realized Gina could return home at any time and instead picked up her dress and walked on trembling legs to her bedroom door.
    â€œColette?” His voice held the sexual want that tingled in every nerve in her body.
    She knew he was giving her an opportunity to change her mind, that the moment they crossed the threshold into her bedroom, there would be no turning back. But she didn’t want to turn back.
    With hands that trembled as violently as her legs, she opened the door and stepped into her room, grateful she’d cleaned that day and the burgundy-and-green spread was neatly made over the double bed.
    Tanner followed right behind her. When he reached for the light switch, she halted him. Moonlight streamed into the window, making any artificial light unnecessary.
    â€œYou are so beautiful,” Tanner whispered softly as he once again gathered her into his arms. His hands splayed across her bare shoulders as he crushed her to him.
    She pulled away from him enough so she could get her hands between them. She fumbled at his shirt buttons, wanting to feel his warm expanse of broad chest beneath her fingertips.
    He helped her, starting at the bottom of his shirt while she worked down from the top. When the buttons were all unfastened, he pulled it off, then swept her up in his arms and set her on the bed.
    He joined her there, murmuring sweet, nonsensical words as he gathered her into his arms. When he crashed his lips back to hers, she opened her mouth eagerly. She was