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.He felt her heated gaze on his body as they stood facing each other, waiting, wanting, wondering who would make the first move.She was so beautiful he couldn’t stop staring at her.He wanted to memorize the way her breasts curved upward, the way her dusky nipples peaked, the mole on her hip, the flush that spread over her pale skin as he stood staring.Her body called to him like a siren to the ancient mariners, and he knew it was inevitable, this coming together.He’d always known it.Known that somehow, some day this would happen.It would be him and Hayley in her room, in her bed.The first time they’d almost made love was years ago in the playhouse, the first time they’d really made love, only days ago, had been a fluke.This time, this time, he would make it last.He would make it one to remember.Just in case it was the last and there were no more.The tension built, the throbbing in his temple became more intense, and he thought he might pass out before he ever made it to her big, soft bed.She held out her arms then, and he crushed her to him, unable to wait any longer.He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck, so her bare breasts nestled against his chest.She was breathing hard and so was he.He carried her to the bed as the breeze blew the curtains and the dull roar of the ocean faded into the distance.This time it was Hayley who braced herself on the bed above him, her hands next to his shoulders, her eyes gleaming.He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his need in check.Trying to do what he said he would do—go slow.But he didn’t know she was going to take charge.“Hayley, for God’s sake…” he said.“Relax, Sam,” she said, bending over to let her breasts brush against his chest, her lips trail whisper-soft kisses along the outline of his jaw.“Relax?” he groaned.And caught her face between his broad hands to devour her mouth.No more soft kisses.These were harsh, demanding kisses, one after another.Her tongue met his in a dance of recognition, tangled with his until he was sure he couldn’t wait another minute.This was agony but it was ecstasy, too.But she wasn’t ready for him yet.She broke the kiss and made a tour of his body with her mouth.She began at his chest where her tongue stroked one flat nipple, making him feel as if he was floating somewhere above the bed, having an out-of-body experience.How else to explain this feeling that he was on a different level of pleasure than he’d ever been on before? That he’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Hayley right now.That if he didn’t enter her in the next second he would very likely explode.It became clear she had no intention of stopping there.She wanted him on her terms, and she wanted to take him into her mouth.Into her hot, wet mouth.He had to make her stop, and yet he didn’t want her to stop.If she did, he might die, but he would die a happy man.When she finally did stop, he entered her like a turbo charger, thrusting himself inside her at last.Until he was home, where he wanted to be, where he was meant to be.Where he burst into a thousand fragments as he shattered and called her name.She cried out at the same time and collapsed on top of him.They lay in her bed, perspiring, coupled together until he rolled over and covered them with her flowered sheet.Her eyes were closed, her hair curled damply on her cheek.His heart swelled.He wanted to take care of her.Though she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, he had a primeval, male desire to watch over her and keep her safe.It was a good thing he had six months to get her out of his system, because he wasn’t any closer to his goal now than he’d been the day he arrived.Would she ever cease to surprise him? Amaze him? Delight him? Would he ever be able to enjoy another woman again? Did it matter? The answer was no.He’d take whatever Hayley would give and forget about the future.The hell with other women.He would go back to work and forget other women.Maybe he would even forget Hayley.Yeah, sure.While this impossible thought played havoc with his mind and with Hayley wrapped in his arms, he fell asleep.When he woke in the middle of the night she sighed and rubbed her cheek against his.“Oh, Sam,” she murmured.He was instantly aroused by the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin and the swell of her breasts against his chest.Sleepily, slowly, sweetly, they made love again until he tasted, breathed and smelled nothing but her.He no longer knew where she left off and he began.He felt as though the wall around his heart was crumbling, and as a heart surgeon that was a phenomenon he was sure didn’t exist.At least, he’d never encountered it in the literature.But what else would make him feel so vulnerable, so raw inside?In the morning he was dimly aware she was getting out of bed, going downstairs and baking something as she always did, even though he was the only guest.She was kneading the baking powder biscuits when he came downstairs.He stood in the doorway looking at her, wondering what it would be like if it lasted forever.Until he crushed that thought like an ant under the heel of his shoe.“Hi,” she said, when she sensed his presence and looked up.She gave him a slow, sweet half smile, and desire slammed into him like a redwood tree off a logging truck.What was wrong with him? After a night of lovemaking, he was still not sated.He stopped on the far side of the room, because if he got close to her he didn’t know what he might do.Take her back to bed was one thing that leaped to mind.But he was on his way to work.“I overslept,” he said, his voice rusty.“Got an early appointment.See you later.” He meant to walk out the door, but something drew him back.That something was Hayley.He got halfway through the living room, came back, lifted her up, felt her arms go around his neck and kissed her.A kiss that said he’d be back.That he wanted more and that she meant something to him.When Hayley finally caught her breath, she went to the front door and stood in the doorway in her jeans and sweater and apron and watched him go.She pressed her fingers against her lips and tried to understand what was happening.She was falling in love with Sam again, that she knew.But what about him? She knew he’d felt something.She knew he cared about her.And she knew it was more than getting her out of his system.How much more she didn’t know.She decided she really didn’t want to know.When the phone rang, she was hanging sheets to dry behind the house for that sunshine-fresh fragrance her guests expected.She took the portable phone from the pocket of her shirt and said, “Bancroft House.”“Ms.Bancroft, this is Charles Ross.I saw your ad for a family practitioner on the bulletin board at my medical school.”Hayley’s knees wobbled.Dropping the wet sheet in the grass, she staggered to the bench next to the rose garden.“Are you…did you…?”“I just passed my boards in family practice and I’m looking for a job in a small town.Is the position still open?”Hayley’s mouth was so dry she could hardly speak.It was the answer to her prayers.Hers and the whole town’s.But if this young man came, then Sam would have to go.“Open? Yes, yes it is.How soon—I mean when can you be available…to come for an interview?”“Whenever you say.I’m finished with school.I could drive up in a couple of days, be there say, Friday.Would that be convenient?”“Yes, yes, it would.” Hayley gave him directions and invited him to spend the night at her inn, then she hung up.She stared at her mother’s rose garden for a long time
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