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like I live here.”
    “That’s not the same.”
    “Can it be enough for now?”
    “I guess I’ll have to settle for what I can get,” he said with a dramatic sigh that was offset by the twinkle in his eye.
    “I hate to disappoint you.”
    He brought her hand to his lips. “You’re not.” Standing up, he tugged her along with him. “There’re two more things I want to show you.” In the master bathroom, he pointed out the huge Jacuzzi tub.
    “Oh, man, seriously? ”
    “Have you got something against Jacuzzis?”
    “I love them. I’ve always wanted one in my house.” Stomping her foot, she added, “This is so not fair!”
    “All this could be yours.”
    She scowled. “What’s the other thing?”
    He pointed back the way they’d come. In the bedroom, he went to the fireplace and flipped a switch under the mantel to start the gas fire.
    Sam sighed. “So not fair.”
    “Let me guess—you’ve always wanted a fireplace in your bedroom, too?”
    She nodded, reached for the pillows and throw blanket on the bed and brought them over to the carpet in front of the fire.
    “What’re we doing?” he asked as he let her draw him down next to her.
    “Camping.”
    “So I could’ve skipped the bed?”
    Tugging the sweater up and over his head, she tossed it aside. “Uh-huh.” She urged him onto his back and dropped kisses on his chest in a trail to his belly.
    Nick sucked in a sharp deep breath and combed his fingers through her hair. “Am I getting this special treatment because I have a Jacuzzi?”
    “No,” she said, adding her tongue to the mix.
    “Then why?” He gasped when she unzipped his jeans and dragged a finger over his straining erection.
    She looked up at him with a mischievous expression on her face. “I’ve always wanted to screw a senator.” Taking him into her mouth, she kept her movements slow and precise.
    His laughter faded into a groan. “Sam.”
    “What?” She swirled her tongue, lapping at him like a hungry cat.
    Sighing, he sank back into the pillow. “God, you’re good at that.”
    She cracked up. “Can I put it on my resume?”
    Shaking his head, he said, “That’s only for me.” He reached for her and brought her up to rest on top of him. “Kiss me.”
    Her lips fused to his, she broke the connection only to let him remove her sweater. Helping him get rid of the rest of their clothes, she moved quickly, craving the feel of his skin against hers, the soft brush of his chest hair, the firm muscles, his scent. Everything about him appealed to her—and scared her. To love like this was to risk so much, things she’d sworn to never risk again after her disastrous marriage.
    “What?” he asked, his lips coasting over hers.
    “I was just thinking that if this is how we’re going to spend it, I’m going to like this year.”
    “That’s not what you were thinking,” he said, reversing their positions so he was on top. He kissed her softly, his eyes intent on hers, letting her know she could hide nothing from him.
    “I was thinking how much I love you and how sad I’d be if—”
    “Don’t say it.” He slid into her. “Don’t think it. It’s not going to happen.”
    Sam arched her back to take him in. “Nick.”
    “What, babe?” he asked, his lips soft against her jaw.
    “Faster.”
    “Not tonight.”
    “ Why? ”
    “I read in the paper today,” he said close to her ear, his hips moving with aching slowness, “that sex therapists say intercourse should last between three and thirteen minutes.”
    How can he talk right now? she wondered . I’m having trouble breathing!
    “Since we usually work the lower end of the spectrum,” he continued, “I thought we’d see what the other side is like.”
    Burning up from the inside out, she gripped a fistful of his silky brown hair and wrapped her legs around him. Thirteen minutes? She’d be dead in five. But nothing she did, nothing she tried, got him to move any faster.
    His mouth descended on hers, his