Free Connecting Rooms by Jayne Ann Krentz Page A

sorry.”
    Amy felt something inside her begin to relax. She rested her head on his shoulder. “It’s all my fault. I’m the one who should be sorry.”
    “For what?”
    “For getting you into this mess. I swear, I never had any idea that this would get so complicated.”
    He framed her face in his powerful hands. His eyes gleamed in the shadows. “You don’t have a clue just how complicated things have gotten, do you?”
    Before she could answer, his mouth was on hers.
    His kiss was different this time. Instead of reckless eagerness and hot passion,there was gentleness and a tender warmth. Amy gave herself up to the sweet persuasion without a single qualm.
    “Amy?” His voice was ragged but under control.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”
    “Thank God.” Owen whispered against her throat. “I thought I was going to go crazy.”
    He picked her up and carried her through the doorway into his room, then set her down amid the turned-back sheets of his bed. She looked up at him with dawning wonder as he stripped off his shirt and jeans.
    She loved him.
    The realization came with quiet certainty, not as a bolt out of the blue. Amy knew that she had recognized the truth deep inside weeks ago. She reached up to take him into her arms.
    Owen came to her then.
    His body was heavy with desire. Amy felt him shudder at her touch. His hands trembled slightly as he eased aside her quilted robe.
    “I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life,” he said against her mouth.
    He kissed her throat as he undressed her. And then he lowered his mouth to her breasts. Heat flooded Amy’s body. Owen’s hand slid upward along her leg, squeezing gently. His fingers moved to the inside of her thigh. Amy gasped.
    Owen covered her mouth once more, drinking in the small sound she made. He cupped her softness and then probed, opening her to his intimate touch. She gave another muffled cry and clutched at his shoulders. A frantic sense of urgency stormed through her.
    Owen continued the tender torment, stoking the flames within Amy until she could not stand it any longer. She twisted on the sheets.
    “Owen, please.” She parted her legs and fought to pull him to her. “Please.”
    “I think I’ve been waiting for this forever.” Owen leaned across Amy to open a drawer in the bedside table.
    The movement brought his broad, strong chest directly over Amy’s face. She kissed one flat, male nipple and ran her fingers through the curling hair that surrounded it. Then she reached down between their damp bodies to stroke him. It was like touching warm steel. Owen was utterly rigid with his need. Hard and hot and throbbing. When her fingertips moved on him he shuddered. Amy’s body responded with another tidal wave of heat.
    A moment later Owen was ready. He moved between her thighs, braced himself on his elbows, and looked down at her with burning eyes. He held her gaze as he pushed slowly, carefully, deliberately into her. Amy drew in a sharp breath as her small muscles stretched to accommodate him.
    And then he was inside, filling her completely.
    “Amy.” There was a world of wonder and need in the single word.
    Owen began to move. Amy took flight. Mindlessly, she gave herself up to the delicious, spiraling tension. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She heard her own voice calling Owen’s name over and over again.
    And then, without warning, her climax exploded in a series of rippling vibrations that sent pleasure to every nerve in her body. Amy was breathless. All she could do was cling to Owen as the world whirled around her.
    She was vaguely aware of his fierce, hoarse shout of masculine satisfaction. Hesurged into her one last time. She felt every muscle in him tighten.
    After a long, long moment, Owen shuddered and collapsed along the length of her. Together they drifted in the darkness, locked in each other’s arms.
    •  •  •
    A long while later, she stirred beside Owen. She stretched