A Doctor in His House. Lilian Darcy

can I know?”

      “You have an inkling.” His hand slipped a little, closing over her hip. She could feel the warmth, and didn’t want it to go away.

      “Okay, but that’s a toe in the water.”

      “Is it? You can tell a lot from a toe. If the water’s warm or cold. If it’s clean against your skin.” They both stood very still, and Scarlett barely managed to breathe. “You want to find out if this feels the same all the way?” His hand slid across and down and traced the curve from the small of her back, across her butt, to the top of her thigh. “More than a toe in the water?”

      She answered him only with a ragged breath.

      “This was always so good, Scarlett, so good. This was how it started. We got to this pretty soon. This was the center of it, the meaning of it. This was where it was always the best.”

      “Yes …”

      “Yes!”

      “But we stuffed it up.”

      “We stuffed everything else up,” he corrected her. “We never stuffed this. Never once. We slept together on our first date and we never, ever got it wrong.”