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madness.
    His
mouth closed over the ignored breast, and his teeth nibbled at her hardened
nipple, sending a shock of electricity through her system. Relentless, he
targeted the other one, sucking the turgid flesh, opening his mouth wide over
the areola as if he wanted to take the entire mound into his mouth.
    She spiraled
toward inevitable release as his heated hand palmed her breast, kneading its
softness and shaping it with his hands. His touch was gentle, yet firm, a
formula perfectly calculated to drive her out of her mind. As his mouth
continued the delicious sucking motion, his fingers tweaked the hardened nipple
of the other breast.
    A
gasp broke from her lips, and she lifted her hips from the pillows toward him.
Roarke angled his body and hit something deep inside her, made her beg in a
hoarse whisper for the final thrust that would give her what she craved.
    “Hold
on to me,” he whispered roughly.
    She
couldn’t think. She could only feel, and she was burning up, hot, desperate.
She kept her eyes closed, wrapping her arms around him as he instructed, lifting
toward him with each downward stroke, clinging to him harder as their bodies
moved faster. Faster.
    She
screamed. Loud. Curling her fingers into the sweat-dampened skin of his back.
It was a cry of fulfillment. She knew for sure they must have heard her in the
room next door. She’d never experienced an orgasm from penetration before, and
her foggy brain fought to comprehend what had happened. Her body shuddered and
seemed to break apart from too much sensation.
    Several
hard pumps of his hips later, spasms rippled through Roarke. With a groan, he
drew back and slammed into her one more time, his spine stiffening as his body
emptied. With a heavy breath, he collapsed on top of her.
    Floating
back down to Earth, a thought gripped Celeste.
    Roarke
was almost too good to be true. Good-looking, smart, a great conversationalist,
and an affectionate, masterful lover.
    She moaned
as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
    A
foolish woman could easily find herself thinking she was already falling in
love with him.

Chapter
Four
     
    After
she dug some hairpins from the bottom of her purse, Celeste combed her fingers
through her hair and brought what order she could to it by pinning it back. Her
overly bright eyes stared back at her in the bathroom mirror.
    What
a night.
    A
smile graced her lips and her body warmed from the memories.
    She’d
lowered her inhibitions and thrown herself full throttle into the best sex
ever. Since Roarke only had three condoms, they’d found creative ways to enjoy
each other throughout the night. She’d done things with him—and ice cubes—she hadn’t
done with her own husband. After a glorious night spent in his arms, she didn’t
regret taking a chance.
    Now
what? She didn’t know the protocol for a one-night stand. Should she wake him
or just leave?
    Celeste
flicked off the light and walked lightly on bare feet into the dark room. With
the heavy curtains still drawn, she could barely see Roarke’s sleeping form
under the covers. The white sheet sat enticingly low on his hips, revealing the
muscles of his taut stomach.
    Indecision
weighed heavy on her mind as she hovered a few feet from the bed. She wanted to
lean down and kiss his cheek, but it might wake him. Or better yet, slide
beneath the sheets and feel his arms lock around her again, but she couldn’t.
She’d already slept late and lingered in the bed too long listening to his even
breathing.
    Besides,
she should be honest with herself and take a hard look at what had taken place.
She’d spent the night with a man she met for the first time last night. They’d had
a good time, but bottom line, she should go. This was a one-night stand and
nothing more, and she had to get rid of any latent expectations.
    Accept
it’s over, get out, go home, and go to work.
    A
few more moments passed.
    Maybe
. . . What if . . . ?
    Celeste
shook her head to clear it of her wistful