dead woman."
Jake was tense, his muscles stiff and rock hard, as she drifted back to him.
Emily sagged against him and, panting for her next breath, dropped her head to his shoulder. Her arms hung limp over his shoulder and down his back, but her legs remained locked around him.
"Emily?" His voice was tight and soft.
"Hmm," she asked in a contented purr.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmm-hmm. You?" Stringing together coherent phrases were well beyond her tongue's ability at the moment. She drew aimless patterns on his muscular back.
Jake blew a stream of air out in a soft whistle. "Another second and we would have had to make a quick trip back to the condo." She started to unhook her feet and he gripped her knees. "Oh God, no. Don't, ah, move a muscle. Don't twitch. Damn, sweet Emily. You're burning a hole through my jeans."
"Is that good," she asked, barely able to concentrate on continuing a conversation.
He laughed and immediately groaned in pain. "Don't make me laugh, sweetheart. I'm hanging by a thread as it is."
"Let the thread break, Jake. I'll catch you."
He groaned again. "You're in no condition to catch anything. I barely caught you."
"Mmm and it felt soo good." Emily pressed a kiss to his neck. "I've never done that before. Thank you for catching me."
"Honey, we need to change the subject. The thread ain't that sturdy."
"What do you want to talk about," she asked, disinterested. Her attention was focused on the pulse beating—make that throbbing—in his neck and against the juncture of her thighs.
"The weather?"
"It's raining."
"Politics?"
"Too many sex scandals in Washington." Emily touched her tongue to the pulse and tasted saltiness.
"Hydrogen." Jake sucked in a breath. "Lithium, Sodium, Potassium, Rubidium, Cesium, Francium. Beryllium, Magnesium, Calcium, Strontium, Barium, Radium. Stop that, Emily. Scandium, Yttrium—Oh God, honey, don't make me go into the Lanthanide series. Titanium, Zirconium, Hafnium." He inhaled a deep breath.
"Jake, what do you want for the future?"
He shuddered and gripped her waist. "Vanadium, Niobium, Tantalum. Chromium, Molybdenum, Tungsten. I want to be inside you the next time you… Manganese, Technetium, Rhenium, Iron, Ruthenium— Stop licking me. You're making me forget the table."
Emily smiled. "Physical control is over rated."
"Osmium, Cobalt, Rhodium, Iridium—"
"It's not fair to you that I had a… you know and you didn't."
Jake growled and Emily suppressed a giggle. "Nickel, Palladium, Platinum, Copper, Silver, Gold. You are not helping, Emily. Zinc, Cadmium, Mercury. Stop laughing. It, ah… feels too good. Boron, Aluminum—"
"We could go back to the house and—"
"Gallium," he practically shouted. "Indium, Thallium, Carbon, Silicon, Germanium. As much as I need it, I promised to go slow and even if it kills me—which it feels like it will—I am going to wait. Tin, Lead, Nitrogen, Phosphorus—"
"Do you want me to get off?"
"You already did," he muttered.
Emily playfully smacked his back and he grunted. "I should punish you for that."
"And you are," he ground out. "I'm well past the transitional metals and I still feel like I'm going to explode." Jake sounded astounded, amazed. "What have you done to me?"
"Me? I haven't done anything. I wouldn't even know what to do if—"
"Sweetheart, you know what to do. Your tight little body just did it and nearly took me with you." Jake shook his head. "Damn, I can't be alone with you for a minute. First, you tease me in the mail room with—"
"Me?" Her head snapped up and Jake clenched his eyes shut. "You're the one who came up behind me and made me… you know ."
His right eye cracked open. "How? I didn't touch you. I wanted to, but—"
"And then you went and did it again with the massage and then again last night when you—"
Both eyes were open now. "Now, wait