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“Why don’t you go first?”

“Dani . . . ” His voice came out as more of a growl.

“Okay.” She held onto his shoulders, sliding her palms down his arms until the muscles were tight with tension. “I want these arms to stay around me, to never leave my body while you kiss me.” He complied, his heart hammering against the wall of his chest as she stretched her body up against his. “I want to feel every part of you touching me, to know by the way you move that you want me.”

“God, Dani, I—”

Her finger came up and rested against his lips. “I’m not quite finished yet.”

Opening his mouth, he licked the tip. “I’m sorry; please continue.”

“Thank you,” she said huskily. “As I was saying, I don’t want to talk or think . . . I just want to lose myself in you.”

This time, the kiss they shared wasn’t sweet in the least. It was explosive. Their lips and tongues played and danced, retreating and returning with a fervor. His hands slid down until they cupped her ass, bringing her up against his erection, rubbing her against him until it was almost painful.

She released a soft cry between kisses, and he wanted to rip her jeans off. To unbuckle his belt and drop everything to the floor. To nail her against the wall and plunge into her hot, wet passion until they were both spent.

Something vibrated between them, and Dani pulled her mouth away, her hands pushing against his chest. “My phone.”

Taking a deep breath, he stepped away, flexing his fingers as he tried to pull himself under control.

Dani fumbled with her phone, her cheeks flushed pink as she pressed it to her ear. He had put that glow there, and he’d have been lying if he didn’t admit how good it felt.

“Hello. What? No, I can’t. I’m on vacation for another week. Is she okay?” Dani paused, her brow furrowed as she listened to the person on the other end. “That’s awful. Can you call in Paula or Naomi?” More waiting. “You know I would do anything to help you guys out, but I don’t even have a sitter.”

Without thinking of what he was doing, he tapped her shoulder. “What’s going on?”

“Hang on a second.” Hitting mute on the call, she said, “My coworker was in a horrible accident on Eighty and is on her way to the hospital. They tried to call in one of the other techs, but they can’t get ahold of anyone else.”

Don’t do it, man. What do you know about little kids?

“How long will you be?” he asked.

“If they can get ahold of someone else, a couple of hours, but if not, I won’t get home until three or four in the morning,” she said.

“Noah will sleep, right?” She nodded. “I can sit with him if you need to go.”

She bit her lip, and he could read the uncertainty in her eyes. “I don’t know . . . ”

“I promise to keep him in one piece until you get home.”

He could tell she was considering it. “It is double time because I’m on paid vacation. But what about us?”

He gave her a hard, fast kiss. “Oh, I intend to pick up right where we left off when you come home.”

Laughing, she got back on the phone. “Okay, I’ll be right in, but if you get ahold of one of the other techs, call me, please.”

She ended the call and gave him a searching look. “Are you sure you’re okay to sit with him? He probably won’t wake up, but if he does, he might freak if I’m not here.”

With more confidence than he actually felt, he assured her, “Trust me, I’ve got this covered. I can handle a sleeping kid for a couple of hours.” His arms snaked around her waist, and he nibbled her neck. “Plus, I’m expecting an awesome reward for my selfless act.”

“Okay, easy there, you’re not volunteering to take my place in the Hunger Games.” Kissing him quickly, she pulled away with an all-business expression. “Emergency numbers are on the fridge, including my cell, which you have. Fire extinguisher is over there”—she pointed to the wall next to the oven—“cookies are in the squirrel jar, and diapers are under the changing table. Sometimes, if he does wake up, warm milk in a sippy cup will help him go back to sleep, but not too—”

“Dani!” His loud whisper made her stop long enough for him to say, “He’s a kid, not a bomb I need to defuse. We’ll survive while you’re gone, but if you don’t get out of here, I’m going to have to find another way to quiet you down.”

The way she pursed her mouth at him was just asking for him to do just that. “Fine, I’m going to change.” She got halfway up the stairs and turned toward him with her mouth open—

“One more word, and I’m coming after you. And if I do, there is no way you’re leaving tonight.”