Guaranteed to send her running.Patience, Eric thought tensely. Finesse. Their lovemaking had to be good for Madeline. He knew in his bones that this was his one chance.He didn’t pull over to the side of the road to kiss her, much as he wanted to. He wasn’t sure they’d have gotten any farther if he had, and she deserved better than a quickie in the back seat.When he parked the car in the garage, shutting the rolling door with a push of the button, he turned to her, still not letting himself touch. “Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely.Madeline nodded, almost but not quite smiling. “How many times do I have to say it?”“A hundred.” He put his hand to her throat, pausing where her pulse beat frantically, then slid it upward to her jaw. “A thousand.” He bent his head, mouth poised just above hers. “A million.”This kiss was deep and slow and left him feeling drugged. He grazed her lips with his teeth, traced the curve of her cheek, nibbled on her earlobe. Then he lifted his head and for a.
