Scent of Danger

"Done." Dylan was already signaling the waiter.

Three minutes later, the receipt had been signed, and they were making their way toward the door.

"Whose apartment's closer?" Sabrina asked, her voice so raw she hardly recognized it.

"Yours. But we're going to mine."

"Why?"

The look Dylan gave her could melt stone. "Because I've got two boxes of condoms there."

The tension in the car was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Sabrina and Dylan climbed out in front of Dylan's brownstone, and he sent the driver away, saying he'd walk Ms. Radcliffe home. Whether or not the driver sensed how frantic they were to get at each other, neither of them cared.

Dylan unlocked his front door, steering Sabrina inside. He slammed the door shut and flipped the lock. "The grand tour's going to have to wait," he said thickly, backing her against the wall. He tugged her blazer down her arms, lowering his head and covering her mouth in a kiss that burned through them both.

Shaking her arms free of the garment, Sabrina let it drop to the floor, tearing her mouth away from Dylan's long enough to answer breathlessly, "I don't want a tour. I want this." She resumed the kiss, her palms gliding inside Dylan's suit jacket, up his shirt front.

He was unbuttoning her blouse, sending a few buttons scattering to the floor as he yanked it free of her skirt, spread the sides apart to give him access to her skin. His lips burned a path down her throat to her cleavage. "Decision time. It's too dark for you to see your surroundings. So I'll describe. You choose." He pulled the pins out of her hair, tunneling his fingers through it as it tumbled to her shoulders. "The fireplace is across the hall. There's a shag rug in front of it. The living room's to our right. It has a wide, cushy sectional sofa. The den's to our left. It has a leather recliner that tilts way, way back. Upstairs, there are two bedrooms. The guest room's got a queen-size bed and a huge area rug. The master's got a king-size bed and extra pillows. What's your pleasure?"

Sabrina paused in the process of unbuttoning his shirt, tipped up her chin. "Where are the condoms?"

"In the master."

"Sold."

His mouth came down on hers, hard, and he tangled a hand in her hair, anchored her head to deepen the kiss. His tongue plunged inside, rubbed against hers, and Sabrina shoved open his shirt, pressed herself against the hair-roughened surface of his chest. Her nipples hardened through the sheer silk fabric of her bra, burned into his skin, and Dylan's control snapped.

"We're going up there—now." He swung her into his arms, strode through the darkened hall and up the flight of steps.

"If you'd turn on the lights, I could walk," Sabrina murmured, burying her lips against his throat, pressing hot kisses there.

"That would take too long." Dylan's voice was hoarse, and he shuddered with each stroke of her lips. "All that matters is getting your clothes off and getting you under me.

He carried her into his bedroom and lowered her onto the bed, following her down.

They came together without prelude, their kisses hot and frantic, their fingers yanking impatiently at the clothes that separated them. Dylan unhooked her bra, and his mouth was on her nipples, sucking them until Sabrina was moaning and squirming, every tug of his lips shooting straight to her loins. He went with the motion of her body, moving from one breast to the other as he worked her skirt and panty hose off, not pausing until she was completely naked.

Sabrina's hands were equally busy. By the time Dylan tossed the last of her clothes to the floor, she'd unzipped his slacks and dragged them down. She slipped her fingers inside his briefs, finding and exploring his erection from base to tip.

"Shit." Dylan exhaled the word in a hiss. He vaulted off the bed, kicked free of his clothing, then scooped Sabrina up long enough to pull back the bedding, place her on the sheets. He came down over her, covering her, his solid weight pressing her into the mattress.

The contact was electrifying. The entire experience was electrifying, pushing them both into major sensual overload. Whatever was happening here was too intense, too impalpable to assign a name.

They didn't try.

They kissed, again and again, unable to get enough of each other's taste, each other's touch. Sabrina inhaled Dylan's scent—that musky cologne and outdoorsy soap, mixed with Dylan, just Dylan—his own heady masculine scent more potent now that his skin was damp with sweat, sensitized with arousal. She wrapped her arms around his back, her mouth slanting under his repeatedly, hungrily, her body arching to increase the exquisite friction of skin against skin. Dylan anchored her head in his hands, devouring her mouth over and over, his thighs wedging between hers as their kisses deepened, became hotter, more demanding. His hand slid down, defining the curves of her body, then reached between her legs to touch her.

Sabrina stopped breathing at the contact, then whimpered as his fingers slid inside her, his thumb rasping over her clitoris. Her body reacted instantly and of its own accord. Her inner muscles resonated, loosening and tightening all at once, and everything inside her went liquid, desire pounding at her brain as her hips lifted, seeking more.

"God, you feel so damned good," Dylan muttered, repeating the motion. "Hot. Wet. That's right, sweetheart. Tighten around me. Like that. Again." His fingers pressed deeper, higher inside her, and Sabrina heard herself cry out. "Sabrina, I'm losing my mind."

"So am I." Her hand moved between them, her fingers closing around his erection, feeling it pulse in her hand as she caressed it. "Don't go slow. Not this time. We've got all night for slow. But this time... it has to be now.... Now..." Her fingertips circled the head of his penis, absorbing droplets of fluid. "Dylan... please."

His control shattered.

With a muffled curse, he rolled away from her, jerking open his night table drawer and groping inside until he found the box of condoms. He pulled out one foil packet, tore open the wrapper with his teeth and, in a few quick, urgent motions, guided the condom into place.