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feet pressed against the mattress. The image of his dick dominating her body, pumping in and out, sent a tremor up his spine. He circled his fingers around his erection and squeezed.
    A surge of blood to his groin forced his eyes closed. For a moment he simply allowed himself to feel the rush, before a taut breath burst from his lungs.
    Dammit. Sean had to get her out of his mind, but instead he found himself gliding his palm over his hot flesh, thinking about her soft cries, pants, and the way she shattered in his arms. His hips shot up, driving hard against his palm.
    It could be her fingers wrapped around him. Goose bumps rose across his arms.
    Her teasing and pleasuring him. A tingle of electricity sparked at the base of his erection. His thrusts began in earnest.
    Her lying beside him… No. Lying between his thighs. His pace hastened, grip firming.
    Her warm breath brushing over him with the promise of that sweet mouth taking him within her moist heat.
    Fire lanced up his shaft.
    “Fuck!”
    He jerked his hips off the bed. His eyes gaped wide as his body tightened into one big knot before it exploded. Unconsciously, his fingers squeezed around him. The firmness made the sting almost unbearable. A milky stream of come arced. Warm and wet, his seed landed on his stomach. Small jets continued, until he collapsed on the bed, blowing out a noisy sigh.
    Not quite content, his heart still racing, he glanced down at his belly and the mess he’d made. A burst of nervous laughter escaped his lips. He had fallen for the one woman he should never have touched.
    After cleaning himself up, he slipped into a pair of jogging pants and a T-shirt. Without donning his shoes, he opened his door and headed for the stairs. No sleep would find him tonight.
    The house was silent. The flames in the fireplace had burned down to embers. He placed another log in the hearth and sparks flittered and snapped. Grabbing the half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, he placed the cork between his teeth and yanked, spitting the plug to the coffee table. Sean didn’t even bother with a glass, tipping the red liquid to his lips. Hints of berry, plum and currant caressed his nose before the wine touched his mouth. He drank heartily and sank into a heap on the couch. Easing back, he propped his bare feet on the table.
    What a horrible ending to a beautiful day.
    Footsteps drew his attention toward the stairs and the shadowy figure descending them. Instinctively, he knew it was Sydney.
    Moonlight sliced through the window above the front door and fell across her face, a pensive expression forming as she paused. “Sean?”
    “Come join me.” Sean couldn’t help himself. He wanted—no, needed—for the night not to end, especially as dastardly as it had.
    She stopped midstep. Her shoulders drooped. “I-I don’t think—”
    “Please. We need to talk.”
    She slowly walked down the stairs and toward him. Low-riding pajama bottoms and the midriff top she wore displayed the soft skin of her flat belly. All the good intentions Sean had seemed to fly out the window. He fisted his hands to keep from reaching for her.
    Walking to the farthest end of the couch from him, she sat rigidly, and then she turned to look at him. “What?”
    “I’m sorry. I should never have touched you.”
    Sydney flinched. A flicker of hurt sparked in her eyes as she shot to her feet.
    “What I meant to say—” He snapped his jaws together and stood too.
    Man, he just kept digging himself deeper and deeper. But he knew he couldn’t let her leave. The woman had wrapped him around her little finger, in a manner of speaking, and there was no trying to argue the fact.
    He wanted her.
    His body craved hers.
    As she whipped around, he grasped her hand.
    “Let me go.” Her steely gaze narrowed. A growl rumbled in her throat as she jerked for release, but he held steady. “Dammit, Sean! I mean it.”
    The heat of her anger made his body respond with throbbing