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“Daniel…”

His first instinct was to bury his finger deep within her slick folds, but he didn’t. He just looked, his mouth mere inches away. His cool breath steamed against her heat.

She groaned, her voice several tones lower than usual, and her buttocks clenched several times.

“Christ, Morgan. You’re beautiful. So…hot. So…wet. I can hardly breathe when I look at you.” He was almost dizzy from lack of air. Whatever oxygen he inhaled seemed to head straight to his cock.

“Daniel…”

He shushed her again as he reluctantly pulled away, saving the best for last. She squirmed beneath his hand as he made his way down her leg, pausing at the tender spot behind her knee to pay it special attention with butterfly-soft kisses. He continued his journey to her foot, massaging her toes until she shivered with pleasure.

When he was done with her feet, he rolled her over and began all over again.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you here?” He nibbled her neck before trailing kisses under her chin and followed an invisible line down to the bottom of her throat. “And here?” He nipped his way along her collarbone to her shoulder and back again.

He stopped when his head was poised above her breasts. For the longest time he simply stared, unable to move. Again, he was struck by the perfection of her breasts. They were firm and plump with dusky pink nipples that strained beneath his gaze. He tried to formulate a sentence but couldn’t put the words together. Instead, a strangled noise escaped his throat as he dragged air into his lungs. If she only knew what he wanted to do to her breasts.

Before he could draw in another breath, she arched her back and thrust her chest upward. He rewarded her by cupping his hands around her plump flesh, leaving the nipples exposed. The vision of rosy buds peeping through his fingers was too good to resist, so he covered one puckered bud with his lips and rolled it around in his mouth, relishing the taste and the feel of it.

The sound of Amy’s moan caught Daniel in his stomach. It tore through his gut and shot straight to his cock, leaving it ramrod straight.

He took her other nipple in his mouth and subjected it to the same treatment. This time when she moaned, he bit her.

She yelped and wound her hands tightly through his hair.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Yes.” His scalp stung when she pulled his hair, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his balls when she groaned, “Do it again.”

Her nipples were even harder, and he nicked one with his teeth then immediately soothed it with his tongue. She writhed beneath his ministrations so he suckled hard on the other one, showing no mercy when she winced and cried, “Don’t stop.”

Stop?
He was just getting started.

By the time Daniel lifted his head, he knew every inch of her breasts intimately. He knew what made her nipples bead and her breasts swell. He knew where to touch her to hear her groan and how to nip her so she screamed. And he also knew if he didn’t stop then and there, he’d lose control completely. As it was, he teetered on the brink. If he licked her tits one more time or watched her writhe for another second, he’d climax without even fucking her.

Her hair was a tousled mess, her cheeks tinged pink. Green eyes were glazed with passion and her mouth puffed out tiny bursts of air. Christ, she was made for sex. Even her eyelashes turned him on. Long, thick and dark, they swept low over her eyes, enhancing the desire he saw there. Who could forget those lips? Those luscious, red lips, full and swollen from his kisses. They played havoc with his willpower. All he could think about was how they would feel wrapped around his cock. How they had felt, all warm, wet and hungry, when she went down on him. Five seconds. That’s how long he’d last if she blew him now.

So he kissed her instead. He took her lips and proceeded to shake the foundations of his world with the intensity of his need. The velvety depths of her mouth left him mindless, the satiny heat of her tongue dazed him, and when at last he released her, she was a quivering mass beneath him. He was incapable of reason.

Instinct led him on.

He lowered his hand to her belly and with a feathery touch, skimmed it over her navel and the soft curve of her stomach until it rested on her mound. A light flick of his thumb over her clit and she was gasping, pushing hard against his hand. God, she was so responsive, so wet. His chest shuddered with wanting her. He kissed her again while he moved his thumb slowly, languidly, and dipped a finger into her moist heat.

Amy twisted and jerked beneath him.

Daniel released her mouth and cursed. If she so much as moaned, he’d lose it. In one fluid movement, he shifted down the mattress and replaced his thumb with his tongue.

She smelled of sex, musky and spicy. He fastened his mouth over her slit and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. He just couldn’t get enough. Tasting her—smelling her—was a heady aphrodisiac.

When she called his name, it came out as a long, low moan of pleasure. He thought he would burst a blood vessel trying to restrain himself.

He danced his tongue around her, swirling and tasting, until Amy thrashed on the bed, groaning unintelligibly. With a growing sense of satisfaction, he felt the tension build up in her. Several times she lifted her hips to meet his mouth. He increased the pressure and speed of his tongue, until she stiffened suddenly, threw her head back, and crumpled beneath him. Her orgasm was hard and long, and he kept his mouth fastened on her, lapping up her nectar as the spasms gradually lessened to light shudders and her breathing slowly returned to normal.

When at last she fell limp against the bed, he began his assault all over again. She bucked against his tongue and shook against his mouth. Her clit grew more engorged with every lick. She sobbed his name and within minutes he sensed her building up to another orgasm.

This time he wasn’t so generous. He withdrew his tongue and pulled away from her only long enough to meld his mouth to hers. He lay along the length of her and with his knee, spread her legs further apart. The head of his cock touched the wet heat between her thighs and he almost came undone. Desire spiked through him, hot and fierce. He nudged his cock between her lips and she opened her thighs to welcome him in. Instead of plunging in like his need demanded he do, he held back.

Self-discipline was torturous.

With a will of iron, he pressed against her. Promising but not delivering, tormenting them both.

She whipped her head from side to side.

He pushed into her halfway then stopped and waited.

“Look at me,” he whispered hoarsely. “I want to fuck you so bad, I’m losing control.” He shook. He was out of his mind and he wanted her to see it, to understand the effect she had on him.

She opened her eyes and stared at him. Even in her lust-crazed state, he could see she understood his words. Her pupils were pinpricks of passion. “Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me.” With a neat shift of her butt, he found himself buried deep inside her.

Holy mother of—where in God’s name did she learn that?
He shuddered and grit his teeth. One more move like that and he’d be history. He closed his eyes and counted to ten, then twenty. At twenty-three she repositioned herself and he slid in deeper. Her muscles clenched around him.

Christ, she is killing me.

There was nowhere on earth he’d rather be than where he was right now. When her muscles relaxed around him, he pulled out slowly and then glided back in. Moans filled his ears, but he wasn’t sure whether they were his or hers. He really didn’t care. Another thrust and he was moving in her, burying himself deep inside her welcoming warmth and then slowly pulling out again. Over and over as tension continued to build. Her eyes developed a glassy sheen. Sensation had taken over. She no longer saw him. Her breathing was shallow, punctuated by short, sharp gasps.

Damn, she was hot. Hot and sexy, his wet dream every night for months now. Only this time he was awake and she was real. He wasn’t just dreaming about fucking her, he was fucking his dream girl.

Slow, restricted movements became impossible. He increased the tempo, driving into her as she raised her hips to meet his every thrust. Groaning out loud as her moans floated on wisps of air. She was wet, tight and so hot, he couldn’t get enough. Harder and harder he moved, slamming into her.

When her muscles clamped down around him and she bucked, screaming her satisfaction, he stopped fighting the inevitable. He gave himself up to the force stampeding through him and exploded.

Chapter Eleven

“So that explains the little glint in your eye.”

Amy repressed a smile and went to stand by her office window. “Just don’t say I told you so.”

“I told you so. God, I love it when I’m right.”

She permitted Maggie her two-minute victory gloat. The woman had been right all along. The last ten days were proof of that.

“You should have listened to me from the start.” Her face was gleeful as she launched into a lecture about how right she was. “It would’ve saved you both a lot of time. I can’t believe it took you seventeen years to come to your senses.”

Amy bit her lip and stared outside. “It’s more a matter of taking a few months to lose my mind.”

She heard Maggie sigh disbelievingly behind her. “You
still
think you made a mistake?”

She shrugged and turned to look at her friend. “I’m not sure. It’s not as if I had much of a choice. There was so much chemistry between us, it was just a matter of time before one of us succumbed.”

“Succumbed?” Maggie grinned. “Lady, from the sounds of it, you seduced the poor, innocent man. No two ways about it.”

Bemused, she shook her head. Sure, she’d been the one to strip, walk over and offer him her body, all unwrapped with the bow removed. But she didn’t seduce him. Nope, if truth be known,
he
had been seducing
her
for months. Teasing and testing, titillating and tantalizing her until she’d finally come unglued—or, in this instance, undressed. By the time she wrung his little secret out of him, there was absolutely no doubt in her mind she would sleep with him.

“You know…I thought I had. The more I play it over in my head, the more I’m convinced he seduced me.”

Maggie clapped her hands together. “He played you, didn’t he?”

Amy smiled. “Like a fine-tuned instrument.”

“Did he at least strike the right note?” The nurse winked.

As she relived their many hours of unbridled passion, she gave her friend a gratified grin. “Trust me. He had an entire symphony going there.”

Maggie studied her with a knowing look. “Amy Morgan, I do believe you’re in love.”

Amy’s world stood still.

What?

Her hands began to shake and her stomach lurched. She sat down and rested her head in her hands.
In love? With Daniel? Impossible.
Of course she loved him. Like a friend. But she wasn’t
in
love with him.

Was she?

Oh…God. Holy crap. Shit. Shit, shit, shit!
She was in love with him. Fully, whole-heartedly, completely and totally in love with him.

She would never have slept with him if she wasn’t. It was one thing to risk their friendship by making love, it was completely another to flush it down the toilet. That’s exactly what she would have done if she fucked him on a whim. No, sleeping with him had not been an impulsive move. It had been an ultimate expression of her feelings for him. From loving him in a purely platonic manner just a few short months ago, she now loved him in a very physical and intimate way.

The feeling disturbed her.

Astonished, she nodded. “Maggie McGill, I do believe you’re right.”

“Have you told him?”

“Christ, no.”

“Why not?”

She didn’t answer. What could she say? All she knew was that Daniel must never find out how she felt.

Maggie frowned. “This should be a happy time, a silly, goofy, stars-in-your-eyes time. Instead, you look as though you’re being tortured. What’s going on? Why the trepidation?”

Amy bit her lip. She
felt
tortured, plagued with doubt. There were so many misgivings about her shifting relationship with Daniel, she could write a thesis on trepidation.

“Same old, same old, Mags. Daniel’s not in this for the long haul. It’s just a matter of time before he leaves me for someone else.” Her anxiety at his inevitable departure ate away at her. They had become lovers. Everything was different. Soon Daniel would repeat his patterns of behavior. He’d grow bored with her, and he’d dump her. Like he dumped all his lovers. While part of her celebrated their newfound sexual relationship, another, more practical part wished it had never happened. “He’s Mr. Run-From-Commitment. I’m scared if I told him how I felt, he’d bolt. He’d use the information as the perfect excuse to leave.”

Maggie narrowed her eyes but didn’t say anything.

Amy sighed dejectedly, squeezing her eyes shut against the inquisitive stare of her friend. “Besides, voicing my feelings out loud to him would make it too real, make me too vulnerable. If I expose my deepest emotion to him, it’ll just hurt more when he does leave me.”