Free Confidential: Expecting! by Jackie Braun

scenario, that. But still. And third, it would save him from having to run her home in the wee hours of the morning.
    Yeah, the conclusion that their lovemaking would last for hours was presumptuous, too, but surely one primal encounter wouldn’t be enough.
    He pulled to a stop outside her building, lucky enough to find a parking space, although at this point he would have left his car in the fire lane if necessary.
    “Well, here we are.” It was all he could do to keep from thumping his head on the steering wheel after making that hackneyed observation. Worse than sounding eager, he sounded nervous. And he was. He was hardly an inexperienced teenager, but his hormones didn’t seem to know that. He felt eager and nervous and, hell, just plain desperate. God help him, his palms were even damp.
    In the dim light of the car’s interior, he thought he saw Mallory’s lips twitch.
    “Yep. Here we are.” He heard the latch on her seatbelt unhitch. “You’re coming up, right? I have that wine. It seems a shame to drink a glass alone.”
    “Well, in that case…”
    Mallory was apprehensive, though need trumped her nerves. It was obvious Logan felt the same. Gone was his sexy swagger and confident radio voice. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him rub his palm on the leg of his trousers before taking her hand. Even so, it felt hot to the touch and telltale moist. She found his sudden lack of polish endearing and every bit of a turn-on as the way he’d held her in his arms when they’d danced earlier.
    At her apartment door, she handed him the key, which she’d thought to have out in advance. Since he seemed to like doing these small courteous things, she would let him. Truth was, she liked his manners.
    The apartment was dark and quiet, though she thought she could hear her heart beating. She hadn’t left a light on. She walked to the lamp on the table next to the couch and switched it on.
    “So, some wine?” she inquired.
    He was still standing just inside the door. “If you’re having some.”
    “You’re not worried about driving, are you?” She raised one eyebrow in subtle challenge.
    “Should I be?” The corner of his mouth lifted.
    “No.” But then Mallory shrugged. “Although I have heard that even small amounts can impair one’s ability to drive…among other things.”
    Logan crossed to where she stood. “Then I shouldn’t chance it. I want to be fully…able.”
    His hands found her hips and he pulled her into closer proximity. As his head dipped low, she whispered, “I’d prefer that as well.”
    He bypassed her mouth and started with her neck. The first nibble sent a series of shocks through her system.
    Zip, zap, zing.
    She enjoyed every one of them, no longer trying to determine why she felt the way she did. Some things defied explanation.
    “Mmm.” The sound vibrated out on a moan.
    “You like that?”
    Logan’s voice had taken on a cocky air. Apparently he’d found his footing again. She didn’t know whether to be glad or disappointed. Glad, she decided when his mouth began to explore the other side of her neck.
    “You have to ask?”
    “Not really.”
    Cocky, definitely. It was time to level the playing field. She backed up a step, creating just enough distance between their bodies that he was forced to stop exploring her collarbone. He looked at her in question.
    “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but whenever we’re together, I get this…this sensation.”
    “Sensation?”
    “Uh-huh.” She nodded solemnly.
    “Really? Where?”
    “I don’t know if I should say.”
    “You can tell me,” he coaxed.
    “That’s right. You’re a doctor.” Mallory’s smile was bold. He returned it in kind.
    “Exactly,” Logan told her.
    “It starts about here.” She laid her right hand on her chest.
    “Here?” His fingertips skimmed her exposed collarbone in a sensual caress.
    “A little lower, actually,” she managed in a voice that verged on