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bounced off of the walls as he came and he surged, spilling into her mouth.
    She swallowed convulsively, her fingers tightening on his while she clasped his ass, holding him to her until she had taken all he had to give. “Sara,” he croaked and pulled away from her.
    A tremulous smile toyed with her lips, her drowsy gaze meeting his when she brought their joined hands to her lips and brushed a soft kiss over his knuckles.
    He pushed his legs out from under him and collapsed onto the bed beside her, resting his head on the inside of his arm. He stared at her in a daze.
    “You okay?” she whispered. His laugh sounded breathless to his own ears, but he nodded with enthusiasm. “I did...It was okay?”
    “Are you kidding me?” Hugging her close he whispered, “Sara, darlin’, you are incredible.”
    Her smile widened. “I like the ‘darlin’.”
    “Good, ‘cause I’m afraid you’re stuck with it.” He kissed her soundly, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. Rolling onto his back, Steve moved their still joined hands to his chest, holding hers against his pounding heart. He sighed, blinking up at the ceiling. “Sara.”
    “What?”
    “Just making sure,” he murmured, turning his head in her direction.
    Their eyes met and held, years of affection passing between them, moments of lust stretching the connection as taut as a wire. Sara opened her mouth to speak, and the smoke alarm began to wail.
    “Oh shit!” He extracted his hand from hers and rolled off the bed in one fluid movement.
    She sat up, propping her weight on one hand and giggling as he ran buck naked into the kitchen. He muttered under his breath, tossing the pan onto the top of the stove then stomping down the hall to the smoke detector.
    He cussed again, and she laughed harder as he fumbled with the plastic cover on the alarm. Finally, the obnoxious bleating stopped. He padded back into the room, tossing a nine volt battery up and catching it in his palm.
    Sara grinned. “At least you didn’t burn anything important.”
    He walked back over to the bed and dove onto the rumpled quilt next to her, the battery clutched in his palm. “Oh, but it was important, darlin’. That was dinner, and I’m starving.”

Chapter Seven

    Sara barely slept a wink for three nights in a row. As the moon rose high in the sky, she forced her eyes to stay open, fighting the urge, afraid she’d miss something crucial.
    Even in sleep, Steve was in constant motion, and she was fascinated. It shouldn’t have shocked her. He’d always been a live wire. Of course, he was fueled by the constant flow of caffeine and an internal combustion engine that barely slowed to a whir when he drifted off to sleep.
    The past two nights had been exploratory missions designed to test how soundly he slept. Now she knew that nothing short of an explosion or the obnoxious chiming of his cell alarm would stir him. Lifting the arm that anchored her hip, she gently relocated it to the mattress between them and sat up. Moonlight flowed into the room. Pale blue-white beams slashed across his leg, turning his milky skin opalescent.
    She trailed one finger through the cinnamon hair dusting his calf. The muscle twitched. His foot moved. He sighed in his sleep and burrowed into the pillow. Sara smiled, gratified by his instant response and pleased by the depth of his obvious comfort. She’d been watching this play of light each night and dreading the moonless nights to come.
    Rolling back onto her side, she propped her head on her hand and studied his profile. They’d worn each other out, but still she couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop staring at him. She catalogued his long, straight nose, marveled at the slow sweep of his eyelashes, and ached to kiss his full lips.
    Unable to resist, she stroked the chiseled line of his jaw, smiling when the red-gold stubble tickled her finger. Steve smacked his lips and moved closer. His breath stirred her hair, and the heat emanating from his body