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Erin was
flushed and trembling, and the ache of arousal at her center was pulsing
insistently. But, incongruously, she choked on a laugh. “Good point.”

 Then she
grabbed his shirt with one hand—it was already wrinkled from her clutching at
it earlier—and pulled him closer to her again. Faced no resistance when she
reached for the back of his head with her free hand to pull him down into
another kiss.

She felt
off-balanced, perched in the middle of a flight of stairs. But Seth’s hard body
trapped  her against the wall, and she found herself rocking into the bulge of
his erection and clawing at the back of his neck.

Seth’s hand
tangled in her hair, holding her head steady as his firm mouth worked hers
over. When she finally jerked her mouth away, he nibbled a line along her jaw.

She was so hot
and wet between her legs that a spot on her panties must have been soaked—which
surprised her a little, since she’d been told that nursing mothers were
sometimes dryer than normal. Her breasts were throbbing, a sensation that sent
a jolt of recognition through her fuzzy mind.

She and Seth
weren’t horny teenagers, although they were acting like it at the moment. And Erin
hadn’t nursed in several hours.

Which meant her
breasts were very full.

Which meant sex
was likely to be a little messy.

Which reminded
her they probably shouldn’t begin on a public staircase. Especially with Mary
Carlyle in the same building.

“Seth? The
room?”

“Right.” He
pulled away from her—as if he had to force himself to do so—and grabbed her
hand again. Led her all the way up the stairs and into the empty hallway.

He stopped in
front of the only door to the left of the stairs and pulled a key out of his
pocket. As he fumbled with the old-fashioned lock, Erin found her eyes crawling
over his long legs, trim hips, firm ass, and broad shoulders. Then her gaze
focused on the back of his head.

She wanted to
slurp him down, from his shiny shoes to the little kink he could never smooth
down at the back of his hair.

Unable to stop
herself, she pressed her body into his back, wrapping her arms around his waist
and rubbing her breasts against him. “God, you’re hot,” she murmured throatily,
not even embarrassed by her shamelessness.

One of her
hands slid down until she could massage his hard arousal through the front of
his pants.

Seth had almost
been at the point of turning the key in the lock, but at her touch he lost his
grip on it. He groaned helplessly, his whole body tensing and his hand
flattening against the closed door.

Erin was almost
high on having this visceral power over such a cool, controlled man. Felt wild
and wanton and as sexy as she’d ever felt in her life.

“Erin,” Seth
choked, fumbling with the key again. “If you keep it up, it will be over before
we get in the room.”

She made a
sound that was half purr, half husky laugh. “Really?” she asked, her hand
growing still although she couldn’t seem to move it away from the tight bulge
in his trousers. “Maybe I should test that theory.”

Seth finally
managed to get the door unlocked, and they fell into the entry of a lovely
suite filled with soothing colors and expensive antiques, the most obvious
being a huge, mahogany four-poster bed.

“Arrogant
bastard,” Erin muttered as she looked around the room, more out of principle
than out of any real resentment. “Reserving a room and assuming we’d end up
here, based on nothing more than—”

“Wishful
thinking,” he interrupted, pushing her back against the door he'd just closed
and locked. Instead of kissing her again, he met her eyes. “Really. I had no
real expectations, given our past. Just thought I’d be prepared.”

She grinned at
him, something warm in their shared gaze that wasn’t even sexual. “Always good
to be prepared. Just think of the inconvenience if there weren’t any rooms available.”

“I’d have had
to take you in the car.”

Erin shivered
at the erotic image his words conjured up and felt herself start to throb
again. “That would have been all right, but this is better. Especially since we
might need a towel.”

Seth blinked,
evidently taking a few moments before he realized what she referred to. Then,
“Right.” And he kissed her again.

The momentary
lull had done nothing to dampen their ardor. Soon Erin was moaning into his
mouth and tugging at his shirt in a clumsy effort to get it off. She managed to
at least untuck it, so she slid her hands under the fabric to rub the warm,
bare skin of his lower back.

Seth was
breathing so heavily that she could hear his intakes of breath—the sound of
which only fueled her desire even more. He made better headway in his assault
on her clothing than she had. He grabbed the bottom of her new sweater and
yanked it up over her head.

Their lips
jarred apart as he freed the expensive sweater from her head and arms and then
tossed it onto the floor, and Erin gasped as her exposed skin came into contact
with the polished wood of the old-fashioned door.

She’d been
lifting one leg in an involuntary attempt to wrap it around his legs, and her
position gave access to his hand as he slid it under her skirt, down the curve
of her ass, and then between her thighs.

He cupped her
over her panties, and Erin knew he must feel how wet she was, even through the
thin fabric.

Seth made an
appreciative sound at this discovery. The guttural sound sent jolts straight to
her arousal, and her hips started moving instinctively, trying to rub her
throbbing center against his hand, against his thigh.

“Seth,” she
gasped, never in her life feeling as tightly wound with need and desire. “We either
need to move to the bed or you need to fuck me right here.”

Seth had been
mouthing her throat, but at this he pulled back. “Might as well use the bed.”

“Good choice.” When
Seth took a step back and released her, her body felt strangely naked and weak.
She wore her skirt and underwear, and she could tell that her breasts had
already leaked a little, the moisture captured by the pads in her bra.

Rubbing her
face with her hands in an attempt to clear her mind, she added, feeling the
first hint of self-consciousness. “I’ll just get a towel.”

Seth nodded and
moved—a little awkwardly—toward the bed.

Erin went into
the bathroom and stared in the mirror for a moment. Her hair was a mess, her
lips were a little swollen, her cheeks were blazing red, and her eyes looked a
bit wild. She concluded she still looked pretty decent—if a little
over-exuberant.

But there was
nothing to be done about that. She hadn’t had sex in six months, and she was so
turned on right now that she was having trouble not reaching into her panties
and getting herself off on her own.

Snagging a
thick, white towel, she returned to the bedroom to find Seth, shirtless,
barefoot, and in the process of unfastening his pants.

His body was
gorgeous, and she just stared at it in awe for a minute, having forgotten how strong
and graceful the subtly rippling muscles and flat planes of his chest were.

With his hands
holding his pants up, Seth glanced at her questioningly. “Changing your mind?”

“God, no.” Something
warm and amused kindled in her chest. “Just thinking you seem to be in a
hurry.”

He narrowed his
eyes. “And I suppose that implies I’m alone in that?” His voice was an attempt
at cool distance—but a failed one, since every word sounded like a husky
caress.

She took the
few steps over toward him and stroked his chest with her palms. “Yes,” she lied.
She tugged his pants out of his grip and pushed them down with his underwear over
his hips, her eyes focused down at his hard cock. “I’m not in a hurry at all.”

His smile told
her that he knew this was an obvious lie, and for a moment they stared at each
other—lost in a moment of kinship, affection, and shared irony.

Then Seth
seemed to realize he was completely naked while Erin still had a lot of clothes
on. He pulled her into a kiss, and—at the same time—got rid of her skirt and
panties by the simple expedient of pushing them both down her legs.

Erin was
totally into the embrace, so she wasn’t even self-conscious about any evidence
of her added pounds from the pregnancy. But when she felt Seth’s fingers on the
fastenings of her bra, she inhaled sharply and pulled her mouth away.

With both hands
curved around the back of his head, she whispered, “Seth. About that. They’re
really full right now. It’s going to get a little...wet.”

He knew exactly
what she was talking about this time. “It won’t bother me, as long as you’re
okay with it.”

She wasn’t sure
how she felt about leaking breasts in the middle of sex—this would be more
significant than the few drops she’d leaked when she was pregnant—but at this
point she was too far gone to spend any more time worrying about it. Her only
choices were to try to express the milk in some way before they had sex or to
not have sex at all. And neither of those were options she was willing to take.
“Okay,” she said, smiling up at him, trying not to look self-conscious. “If you
get weirded out, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He frowned,
unfastening her bra and pulling the fabric away from her breasts. “I think you
have a skewed sense of my nature, if you think something so trivial is enough
to unsettle me.”

She giggled,
ridiculously relieved at his response. “
Weirded out
. That’s different
than being unsettled.”

Seth’s eyes
were on her breasts, and nothing in their hot attention hinted at any
conflicted feelings about the fact that she used them to nurse his child. “Believe
me. I’ll be neither unsettled nor weirded out.”

Erin wasn’t
sure what impressed her the most. The fact that he’d used “nor” in the middle
of foreplay or that he’d actually said “weirded out.”

“Well,” she replied
with a predatory smile. “You are indeed a man among men.”

Then, deciding
they’d spent enough time chatting, she put the flat of her hands on his chest
and pushed him, until he ended up on his back on the bed.

She crawled
over him, straddling his legs and caressing her way up to his shoulders. Her
lust had once again taken over—and somehow his matter-of-fact response to the
momentary distraction had made her even more eager to claim him.

Leaning forward
until her breasts were pressed against his chest, Erin kissed him, humming as
his arms went around her and his hands stroked her back and the curves of her
ass. As her tongue ravaged his mouth, she rubbed her wet arousal against his
lower belly, humming even more at the delicious friction against her clit.

Then suddenly
she reared up, until she was upright above him. “Condom,” she gasped, horrified
that she’d completely forgotten something so obvious, to the point of being
about to fuck him without one.

Seth’s face
twisted slightly. “I brought some.”

Erin exhaled in
deep relief, but she noticed a lingering expression on his face. She leaned
forward to stroke his jaw, feeling strangely tender despite the rather prosaic
topic. “I’m sorry. I know you got to go bareback last time. But, even though
I’m still nursing, I’m...fertile again. As much as I love Mackenzie, I really
don’t want another one nine months from now.”

“Good point. They’re
in the back pocket of my pants.”

With a groan of
frustration, Erin pulled off  him and scrambled off the bed again. Reaching
down, she picked up his pants and pulled out a folded strip of condom packets
from the back pocket.

Her eyebrows
shot up as she eyed the number he’d brought with him. “Feeling lucky, were y—”

Her voice
trailed off when her eyes returned to the huge antique bed. Instead of
finishing her teasing question, she stared greedily.

Seth was
sprawled naked on the bed, where she’d left him. But now his eyes were closed,
and he was giving his very erect cock a few relieving squeezes.

When she
stopped talking, however, he opened his eyes and released his erection. Gave her
a rather sheepish look, but managed to say with dry humor, “I believe this is a
sign that my situation is getting desperate.”

She laughed and
crawled up over him again, straddling him over the thighs this time. “Tell me
about it,” she said fondly. “I was hard pressed not to get myself off real
quick in the bathroom.”

They exchanged
smiles, and again Erin felt that familiar warmth in her chest—which was so much
more than just the animal lust that was also throbbing between them.

“Our wild,
spontaneous fuck does seem to be burdened with a lot of detours before it
finally gets going, but I think we’re just about ready to go now.” She ripped
open a condom packet to prove her point.

“Thank God,” Seth
muttered under his breath. It almost sounded like a prayer.

Torn between
more amusement and the renewed momentum of her desire, she stared down at his
naked body, his hard cock, and his tense face. Then, deciding she might as well
give him a little thrill, she checked out the condom quickly before she
positioned it in the front of her mouth.

Seth’s eyes
widened as he watched her, his ravenous expression giving her a little thrill
of her own. She pressed the tip of the condom against the roof of her mouth
with her tongue and reached for his cock, holding it upright and steady with
one of her hands.

Then, leaning
over all the way, she rolled on the condom with her mouth.

Seth moaned and
his hips twitched slightly, as he obviously held back his instinctive response
to having her mouth envelope him.

Being careful
not to use her teeth, Erin pulled up, stroking the hard length of him with her
wet lips as she released him.