Free A Night to Remember by Adrienne Basso

airstrip so we can drive directly to the house.”
    â€œOkay.”
    Her voice was breathy, but steady. A difficult feat considering how rattled she had been by his actions. That little episode seemed to affect her almost as much as him. With effort Joshua managed to avoid looking at Eleanor as the plane continued its descent.
    Not that scrutinizing her would provide any of the answers he craved. But since she was the cause of his discomfort, she was the logical place to start looking for explanations.
    He busied himself by putting away his briefcase and computer and fastening his seat belt in preparation for landing. Yet all the while one thought kept nagging at his brain.
    If kissing Eleanor’s hand got him so worked up, how the hell would he feel if he kissed her on the lips?
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    What in the world had happened on that plane?
    While Joshua drove the car that was waiting for them at the airfield, Eleanor sat primly in the passenger seat, knees together, hands folded in her lap, and tried to figure it out. It was impossible.
    One minute they had been discussing picture books and Rosemary Phillips and Caldecott awards and the next Joshua had been kissing her hand. It was without question the most romantic, and oddly erotic thing that had ever happened to her. Her toes curled inside her shoes at the memory.
    It must be all the leather, Eleanor decided with a grim appraisal of the car interior. That rich, subtle odor was turning her brain cells to mush. First the Bentley, then the plane, now the inside of a Porsche. A Porsche! When Joshua had mentioned that a car would be waiting for them she assumed it would be a rental car. A boxy sedan, solid, safe, dependable.
    Instead there had been a black Porsche. Sleek, sexy and fast.
    Joshua drove it commandingly and way too fast. But it took the turns in the road smoothly and the straight stretches like a bullet. Eleanor had always appreciated the thrill of speed, but mixing it with nerves, silent tension and Joshua Barton was almost too much sensation.
    She glanced at him. He was focused on the road, so she studied his profile. Straight nose, square jaw, sensual mouth, strong chin. His pure male beauty nearly took her breath away.
    This time he must have noticed her scrutiny. He turned his head, flashed her a quick smile, then returned his attention to the road. Eleanor’s pulse quickened. She struggled to regard him in a rational, cautious manner, but it was difficult.
    Ever since he had taken her hand and kissed it, all she could think about was kissing his lips. Being held tightly in his arms, bodies pressing, tongues caressing while the world exploded into passion.
    Eleanor sucked in a breath. Was the hot sun getting to her already? Frying her common sense and heating up her vivid fantasy life? Not that it needed much heating. When it came to Joshua, her romantic, sensual, and sexual flights of imagination quickly took on a life of their own.
    Eleanor took a mental breath and crossed her ankles. Time to regroup and refocus. She turned her attention to the passing scenery, admiring the bright blue sky, brilliant sunshine, and beautiful green slopes rolling out toward the horizon. She had never been in this part of the country and she found it very pretty.
    Joshua made no attempts at conversation. The silent tension built slowly, but Eleanor decided she preferred it to stilted conversation. Besides, by keeping her mouth shut she was able to avoid saying something totally inappropriate. Like, what kind of underwear do you wear, boxers or briefs? And would you be so kind as to show me?
    The road narrowed but Joshua didn’t adjust the speed of the car. Still, she felt safe, trusting his judgment and ability to handle the powerful automobile. Eleanor concentrated on the ever changing view, wondering if they were getting close to the house. She caught a fleeting glimpse of a large building in the far distance, towering trees with Spanish moss draped romantically