Dancing in the Moonlight - Harlequin.com

RAEANNE THAYNE
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he still managed to think clearly enough to lower her
back to the bed so she didn’t have to stand unnecessarily,
their mouths still fused together.
Her hands were suddenly everywhere—his hair, his
shoulders, slipping up under the untucked tails of his
shirt to slide across his skin. He groaned, instantly
aroused again.
How did she do this to him so easily? One moment
he was defeated, heartsore, the next hot and hard and
ready for action.
Through the haze of need obscuring his thoughts, he
managed to hang on to one important concept.
“What about Viv?” he asked.
Maggie paused, her fingers at the buttons of his shirt.
“Her car’s not out front. I’m guessing she’s gone to
Guillermo’s.”
He gave her a searching look. “How do you feel
about that?”
“Like it’s about the last thing I want to discuss right
now, Doctor. Thanks all the same.”
She kissed him again, and he decided if she didn’t
care where her mother spent the night, he certainly
didn’t. He gave himself up to the rare and precious
wonder of having her in his arms again.
Then, just when things were really starting to
simmer, she pulled away from him, untangling her
mouth and her arms.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, fighting an insane urge
to bang his head against the wall a few dozen times in
frustration. He didn’t think he could bear it if she pushed
him away again.