Gently he smoothed his hand along the side of her face, then down her neck. His fingers found the pulse point at the base of her throat, pressed and felt its rapid cadence. It matched his own.Her skin was warm, soft, and perfumed. He skimmed his lips back up her neck to her mouth and thrust his tongue deep into her. And it was like coming home. It had all started between them with a kiss. And now it would continue.As he kissed her his fingers trailed lower to the neckline of her top and pushed it off her shoulder so that he could slide his hand beneath it to cup one small, perfect breast. Electricity scored through him.Her effect on him was amazing. She made him want her, and even now when he was about to take her, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. She was like a banquet to a man who hadn’t known he was starving until he looked at her. And he knew, the more he had of her, the more he would want.“I can’t go slow anymore,” he muttered.“Good,” she whispered. “I’m ready for fast.”A moa

“Thank you for noticing.”He heard the touch of surprise in her voice as he took a left turn. He smiled. When it came to her, she had no idea how much he noticed. “Did you get any sleep after I left this morning?”She shook her head. “I went ahead and got up. I had things to do. I’ve already taught three classes today.”“Three? You must be tired.”“Not at all.” She looked around her. “You know, I didn’t think to ask where Helene lives. Is it far?”He grinned. “You might say that. We’re heading for her estate in Connecticut.”"Connecticut?''He grinned over at her. “Don’t worry. I’m taking you back to the Tower and we’re going to catch a helicopter from there.”“Oh, Nathan, I’m so sorry. I had no idea this would turn out to be so much trouble for you.”“I’m glad to do it. After all, you are doing this for our family’s foundation.”“But Connecticut. I didn’t realize. . . . This isn’t good. Even if Cecilia is amenable to taking lessons from me, there’s no way I can commute to Connecticut

With her hands on her waist at her back, she slinked her way across the table to him, her pelvis thrust toward him. Then just as he was about to reach up for her, she playfully retreated. Each successive time she advanced, her hip movements were more provocative, more tantalizing, and she came closer and closer to him. Yet each time he reached for her, his hands found only air.She’d never in her life done such a thing, but she loved Nathan and he appeared to be absolutely poleaxed by her performance. She couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from him, or a better audience. It gave her confidence to take her performance to an even more sensual level.Entwining her arms above her head again and again, she danced in a serpentine manner around the candle, hitching her hips, first one way, then another, a combination of a Gypsy dance and a striptease. Then, in front of him once again, she slowly bent her knees and swiveled her hips from side to side.“Dani . . Her name sounded strangl

She looked so amazed, he almost laughed. “You find that hard to believe?”‘Actually I do. I can’t imagine a Damaron allowing a woman to interfere with his work.”“There was no allowing about it. I couldn’t sit in a meeting, go out to dinner, fall asleep at night, wake up in the morning, or even pick up a pencil, without my mind wandering to you, wondering what you were doing and if you were with someone else.”She looked down at her slippers. “I’m sorry.”“You damn well should be.”Her head came up and fire flashed in her eyes. “Why? Because I had the temerity to stand up to you and say no?”“Because you haven’t been able to explain to my satisfaction why you broke it off with me.”She threw out her hands. “That’s not my problem, Nathan, nor is it my responsibility. I’ve said everything I can on the subject. The rest is up to you.”“I don’t believe you.”Instantly her brows drew together. “What? What don’t you believe?”“I don’t beheve you’ve said everything you can. There has to be s

She grabbed one of the pillows and threw it as far as she could. It landed in a pot of fringed irises. With a groan she fell back against the remaining pillows. There was no point in putting this off on him. She was the one who had been stupid.And there were more reasons not to tell Nathan she was pregnant.Protectively she laid her hand over her stomach. Dr. Robison had called this pregnancy a miracle, and it was. But there were no guarantees that another miracle could happen, and Nathan had said he wanted kids— plural.Then there was the fact that Dr. Robison had asked her to cut out everything strenuous. To her that meant it was entirely possible she might lose the baby before she could bring it to term.And something else too. Thanks to her, Nathan thought she and John were having an affair. Consequently Nathan would automatically think the baby was John’s. Great. Just great.As for herself, her hormones were running amok, carrying her spirits to dizzying heights of joy about the