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His fingers invading her panties, stroking the diamond shape at the base of her spine. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked into that interview in that hot little skirt of yours. Those legs...”
    His touch was driving her to a frenzy. She whimpered and shifted her hips. Nuzzling her mouth again he let his hand glide around to rest on the flat of her belly. Somewhere in her brain, alarm sirens blared a warning. But Leigh was past hearing. His touch felt so good....
    Breathless, she waited for his fingertips to glide lower. Wetness soaked the crotch of her panties. She pressed against his hand, anticipating...
    “We’re in the wrong place for this,” he muttered. “Come on.” Keeping her in the circle of his arm, he propelled her back inside and down the hall toward her room.
    “Chloe...the baby...” she whispered anxiously.
    “They’re asleep, and we can be quiet.” He pulled her inside and closed the door. His mouth caught hers in a powerful kiss that sent whorls of heat pulsing through her body. His tongue probed hers, thrusting, caressing in an unmistakable pantomime of what he had in mind as he guided her toward the bed. His borrowed jacket, along with her shirt, bra, jeans and panties, left a trail across the floor.
    Her arms wrapped his neck, fingers raking his hair as his kisses grazed her face, her throat, her breasts. The hollow between her hips had gone molten. Heaven help her, she wanted this man. She’d wanted him from the first instant their eyes locked.
    “Tell me to leave, and I’ll leave,” he muttered in her ear. “But you’d better tell me now.”
    “Wyatt, I’m a big girl. And as the saying goes, this isn’t my first rodeo. I know tonight isn’t forever. I just want to enjoy it—and enjoy you. No strings attached.”
    One dark eyebrow quirked upward. “Well, now, that’s refreshing. So we’ll leave it at that—for the present, at least.”
    Leigh’s hands found the hem of his cashmere sweater and underneath it, the chiseled contours of his athlete’s body—the rippling back, the rock-solid abs, the tender, sensitive nipples that triggered a moan when she skimmed them with her fingertip.
    With a murmur of impatience, he lowered her to the bed, then stripped off his clothes and added protection to his jutting arousal. There would be no tender words between them, no wooing, no promises, nothing between them but pure, pleasurable lust. And right now that was enough.
    Climbing into the bed he caught her in his arms. Leigh could feel his length and bulk along her belly. She could almost imagine him inside her, filling the hungry, hidden place that had been empty too long. Her need deepened to an ache.
    His hand readied her, stroking the moist, tender folds. As his finger slid into her, riding on her slickness, she came with a little gasping shudder.
    “Yes...” she whispered. “Now. Please.”
    Laughing softly, he mounted between her eager legs and entered her with one long, gliding push. Her breath eased out in a sigh of bliss. The feel of him was pure heaven.
    Neither of them was in the mood to take things slowly. As her legs wrapped him, their thrusts became a wild ride, fast and hard and joyous. She met each push with her hips, deepening the contact as her climax swirled and burst like a sky full of Independence Day fireworks.
    He grunted, quivered and then relaxed against her. “Not bad for the first time,” he chuckled.
    With a gentle kiss he rolled off her, stood and padded into the bathroom, leaving Leigh curled blissfully in bed.
    A wail arose from the crib in the adjoining room. Yanked back to reality, Leigh stumbled to her feet and flung on her robe. Mikey’s plaintive cries tore at her heart.
    Flinging open the door, she burst into the nursery. In the glow of the night-light, Mikey lay in the crib, fussing and waving his fists. As soon as Leigh picked him up and gathered him close, his cries stopped. He snuggled against her, making little smacking