“A thong. God bless the thong.He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silkdown her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.”

“His gaze swept over her, hot and approving, as he lifted her up. “Wrap your legs around me— There. God, yeah, like that—” His voice was a low command, caressing her as much as his hands. “Hold on to me.” Then his mouth crushed her own as he pushed her back against the door.She threaded her hands into his hair as he thrust deep inside of her. He made a rough sound of sheer male pleasure, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as she rocked into him. Again he thrust, slowly at first, teasing until she was begging. It was glorious torment, hot and demanding, just like the man kissing her.”

“Mark.” She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers, her entire world anchored on his finger. When it slid inside her, she thunked her head back against the door and panted. Then his thumb brushed her in a slow circle.She cried out against his lips, arching into him, yanking his hair. She couldn’t help it. She was going up in flames. He merely pressed her hard to the door, locking her in place. Continuing the torture, he added another finger. She came hard and fast, the power of it sweeping over her like a tidal wave.”

“Beneath her cheek, his heart was thumping steadily. Definitely faster than his usual near-hibernation beat. Lifting her head, she flashed him a tight smile. “I get to you.”“Are you kidding? You own me,” he said, his voice running over her like silk.”

“Matt?""Yeah?""You okay?""Working on it." His voice sounded unusually tight."I thought you said you did this a lot.""Yeah. I do. But apparently not with anyone I'm wildly attracted to."This caused certain reactions in her body that were best not experienced in mixed company. "It's just panties," she finally whispered."And they're really great panties," Matt agreed. "But it's not the panties, Amy. It's you.”

“Still mad,” she gasped.He covered one of her fists with his hand, entwining their fingers,while his other slipped beneath her, stroking her where they werejoined, slowly driving her straight to heaven without a seat belt.“Then I should stop.”

“So I guess that the next time I make a date with a concussed guy, I should pin a note to his collar so he doesn't forget.""Good plan." His hand was next to hers on the table. He let his thumb glide over her fingers, a small, almost casual touch that sent a shudder through her. "I'm sorry I forgot our date.”