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She took her hands down. "Well, that's a relief." She looked at the rug. "I'm sure it's fake fur."

He wasn't that certain, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

She squatted down to touch the rug. "Oh, it's really soft." She sat down on the middle of it. "Very comfy. Maybe I should keep this."

"Really? Why?"

"Well…" She flushed. "Never mind."

"No way. Not with that expression on your face. Tell me what you're thinking."

"There's just something really sexy about a thick rug like this. It would probably be nicer with a fire going, some snow coming down outside, candles, a little music, maybe wine…"

His heart sped up and his body tightened at her words, at the image she'd created in his mind. Although in his head, she wasn't wearing anything but the rug. He knelt down, looking into her eyes. "I like the fantasy."

"Too bad we don't have all the extras."

"I don't think we need them." He put his hand under her chin, tilting her face upward. "Do we?"

Her eyes sparkled. "Really? Right here on the rug?"

He pushed her onto her back. "Right here, right now." He took her mouth with a passion that seemed to grow more intense each minute that they were together. He loved the way she kissed him back. He also liked the way she pushed him onto his back and then straddled him.

"My fantasy," she said with a wicked smile. "Do you mind if I have my way with you?"

"Are you kidding? Do whatever you want."

She slid her hands under his shirt, sending heat ripping through his body. Then she leaned over and kissed him, her long, silky hair covering his face. He greedily inhaled the scent of her, as she teased him with butterfly kisses that moved from his mouth across his jaw, her tongue swirling around the edge of his ear.

"You're going to torture me, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, a delicious, slow torture."

"You don't like to go slow."

"I do right now."

Despite her words, she tugged impatiently at his shirt, and he helped her pull it off.

Her eyes feasted on him. "I like looking at you, Adam."

"I like looking at you."

As her hand moved down his chest to the snap of his jeans, he sucked in a breath. "I like that even better."

"I know," she said confidently. "Don't worry. We'll do everything you want and everything I want."

"Then we won't be leaving here for days."Or maybe years, he silently added.

ChapterTwenty-Four

"You look happy,"Chloe told Molly as she stopped in the store Tuesday afternoon.

Molly started, having been completely lost in thought, a thought that included the night she'd just spent with Adam. "Sorry, I didn't see you."

"You were thinking about something else. Or should I say someone?"

"There might be someone," she admitted.

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