in the darkness. "I said I wouldn't touch you and I won't... so you can r

on for your insomnia," he murmured suggestivel

she gritted through clenched

ther of us c

ong enough to fall asleep

ured in his most patronisingly logical voice. It w

ile in the dark. He was lying on his back, with one arm tucked beneath his head. When he felt her turn over he tur

one gentle hand. "The sex has always been good between us, Theresa... that's one thing

d defiantly. That bruised his masculine

those responses,"

d, realising too late that she didn't sound very con

?" He asked flatly and she knew

quite what

O

at wasn't quite the right thing to say either. She

t if you didn't say an

tely misunderstanding

er word...

back with him straddling her hips. She gasp

you," he

angrily pushing futilel

ingly aware of his bare flesh rubbing against the tender skin of her inner thighs and felt herself responding, moving with him, wanting more contact. He groaned and buried his face in her neck, his lips nuzzling her neck, moving up over her jaw line,

firmly, using all her strength to

he whispered

sperately. "And you know what that's called!" He froze abru

ble?" He sounded mortally offended but There

shoe f

uous idiom that doesn't apply to this situation at al

erely lay there seething in outraged silence. She had once again succeeded in bruising his masculine pride and Theresa was human and