“You do love me,” she said, squeezing him. “I knew it. Why do you insist on playing these games with me?” “I’m not playing games now,” he lied. “Let’s get this stinky thing off you.” He allowed her to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the floor. When she started unbuttoning his jeans he grabbed her hands. “Not so fast.” She groaned. “Oh, come on. I’ve waited years for this and I want you.” She stood on her tiptoes and offered her mouth to him. He didn’t disappoint her. When he pulled back from the kiss, Suzannah was plastered to his body, pushing into him. Too bad he couldn’t fake an erection. “What’s the matter with you?” she asked. He ran his fingers through her hair. “Other than the fact that I haven’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, have barely eaten and might still face a double murder rap?
