And showed her more.

He could have anything. Everything. She was powerless to deny him, to stem the tidal wave of sensations that swamped her. The world had become him, only him. The flavor of his skin in her mouth, the texture of his hair against her flesh or in her hands, the movement of his muscle beneath her fingers.

Murmurs, his murmurs, echoed in her spinning head. The sound of her own name, a whisper of pleasure. Her breath sobbed out as she found his mouth with hers, poured everything she was into that hot flood of emotion.

Again, again, again. The urgent demand circled in her head, as she clung and gave, gave, gave.

Now it was his hands that fisted, on either side of her head as the shock of feeling slammed into him, flashing against desire, melting into a need so urgent it was pain.

She opened for him, a breathless invitation. And filling her, sinking inside her, he lifted his head and watched her face in the golden shaft of candlelight.

Her eyes were on his, her lips parted as the breath trembled through them. Something clicked, a lock opening, a connection made. He found his hands groping for hers, fingers twining together.

Slow, smooth, with each movement a fresh shock of pleasure. Soft, silky, a promise in the dark. He saw her eyes glaze, felt the tension, the ripple, and closed his mouth over hers to capture the gasp as she climaxed.

“Stay with me.” He murmured it as his lips roamed her face, as his body moved in hers. “Stay with me.”

What choice did she have? She was defenseless against what he brought to her, helpless to refuse what he demanded in return.

The pressure built again, an internal demand that refused to be denied. When she tumbled free, he gathered her close and fell with her.

“IWAS GOING TO cook,” He said sometime later when she lay over him, limp and speechless. “But I think we’ll order in. And eat in bed.”

“All right.” She kept her eyes closed, commanding herself to listen to the beat of his heart and pay no attention to the voice of her own.

“You can sleep in tomorrow.” Idly he toyed with her hair. He wanted her there in the morning, badly wanted her there in the morning. It was something to think about later. “Maybe do some sight-seeing or shopping. If you hang around for most of the day, you can follow me home.”

“All right.” She simply didn’t have the strength to assert herself. Besides, she told herself, it made sense. The Baltimore Beltway was confusing, unfamiliar ground. She would enjoy spending a few hours exploring the city. It was certainly foolish to drive all the way back tonight, in the rain, in the dark.

“You’re awfully agreeable.”

“You caught me in a weak moment. I’m hungry, and I don’t want to face driving tonight. And I miss the city, any city.”

“Ah, so it’s not my irresistible charm and awesome sexual prowess.”