She stopped him from getting up. “I’m on the pill. We get tested—”

“So do we.” He slid one arm under her shoulders while his other hand cupped her bottom and tilted her into position to receive him.

Overwhelmed by desire, Sam let her legs fall open to take him in.

He held her gaze as he entered her with one swift stroke.

She cried out as an orgasm ripped through her with more force and fury than anything she’d ever experienced.

He froze. “Oh, God, did I hurt you?”

“No, no! Don’t stop. Please.”

Watching him, feeling him, there were no recriminations. There wasn’t room for thoughts of anything but him as he began to move, slowly at first and then faster as his closely held control seemed to desert him. She remembered that from the last time, how he’d let go with her, in a way she suspected he didn’t often allow himself.

With his arms wrapped tight around her, he pounded into her, the smack of flesh meeting flesh the only thing she could hear over the roar of her own heartbeat.

Sam met each thrust with equal ardor, and when he sucked hard on her nipple, she cried out with another climax that took him tumbling over with her.

“Jesus,” he whispered when he’d recovered the ability. “Jesus Christ. I didn’t even offer you something to drink.”

She laughed and tightened the hold she had on him, letting one hand slide languidly through soft hair still damp from an earlier shower. “What kind of host does that make you?”

“A crappy one, I guess,” he said, turning them over in a smooth move.

Stretched out on top of him, still joined with him, Sam breathed in his warm, masculine scent and reveled in the comfort of strong arms wrapped tight around her. It was almost disturbing to accept that she had never experienced anything even remotely close to this, except during the one night she spent with him so many years ago. How foolish she had been then to assume that what she’d shared with him would show up again with someone else. She was wise enough now, old enough, jaded enough, to know better.

But even as the woman continued to vibrate with aftershocks and tingle with the desire for more, the cop resurfaced with disgust and dismay. “This was a very bad idea,” she muttered into his chest.

He curled a lock of her hair around his finger. “Depends on your perspective. From my point of view, it was the best idea I’ve had in six years.”

Sam studied him. “It must be the politician in you.”

Eyebrows knitting with confusion, he said, “What must?”

“The way you always seem to have the right words.”

He framed her face with his big hands. “I’m not feeding you lines, Sam.”