He brought their joined hands to his lips. “Will you do something for me?”

Anything. Anything at all. “Sure.”

“I get that you’re planning to torture me about how it went with Harry, but will you tell me if there’s anything seriously wrong—”

Seeing the worry etched into his face she leaned over to kiss the words off his lips. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“You swear?”

“What is this? Fifth grade?”

He released a long deep breath that sounded full of relief. “All day today, I just kept thinking, what if it’s something really bad and all this time she’s been ignoring it?”

“Your caring concern is ruining my plans to stab you with a rusty steak knife for subjecting me to the most thorough poking and prodding of my life—and as someone who’s been through infertility testing, that’s saying something.”

He winced. “A rusty steak knife, huh?”

“That was just one of my many plans for you.”

Shifting so he was on top of her, he pinned her hands to the pillows and kissed her. “What were some of your other plans?” he asked with a lascivious smile.

All at once, she remembered Angela’s prediction. Here she was, horizontal under Nick exactly twenty minutes after she left Ang’s house. Sam laughed at the accuracy of her sister’s statement.

His eyebrows knitted with confusion. “What’s so funny?”

She got him to release her hands and looped her arms around his neck. “We are.”

Between kisses, he said, “How so?”

“One minute I’m stabbing you with a rusty steak knife and the next you’ve got me right where you want me.”

“Mmm,” he said against her lips, delving deeper in sweeping thrusts of his tongue that drove her crazy.

Sam curled her legs around his and pushed hard against his erection, drawing a deep groan from him. She drank him in, the scent of soap and cologne that was all Nick, the corded muscles pressing against her, the heavy weight of his arousal.

He tore his lips free and focused on her neck. “Are you going to tell me why you’re over here contemplating the ceiling when you could be home with me eating the chicken I made you?”

Sam closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensation of his lips on her neck. His softly spoken words sent a shiver of desire all the way through her. “I just needed some time to think.”

“I was waiting for you. I looked out and saw your car on the street.”

He was hurt that she hadn’t gone to him first. She could hear it in his voice. “Make love to me, Nick.”

Surprised, he raised his head to meet her eyes. “Let’s go home,” he said, starting to get up.

She stopped him. “No. Here. Right now.”

Wincing, he said, “You know I hate having sex in your father’s house.”