Absolutely, Positively

matters was somewhat limited, but common sense told her that, whatever had been wrong with Harry last night, he had not been suffering from food poisoning.

    The precise instant when he had surged into her for the first time would be engraved on her memory forever. It seemed to her that it had been far more than a simple act of passion. It was as if he had bound himself to her in that moment.

    The experience had exhausted both of them. They had fallen asleep immediately after their bodies had trembled and shuddered together in the climax.

    Then again, perhaps her imagination had just gone off the deep end, Molly thought. That was a very likely possibility under the circumstances.

    Unable to lay quietly in bed when she was feeling so energized, Molly pushed aside the covers. She was careful not to awaken Harry as she got to her feet.

    The first step made her draw a sudden breath. She winced slightly at the subtle tug of muscles that had been strained by unaccustomed nocturnal activity. She recovered quickly and padded barefoot across the gray carpet.

    Midway to the bathroom, she paused to collect her nightgown and robe, which lay in her path. Then she went into the white-tiled bath.

    She hung her robe and gown on a hook, turned on the water in the glass-framed shower, and stepped beneath the hot spray. It felt wonderful. But, then, she had a hunch everything would feel terrific today. She was in a fabulously good mood.

    She was lathering herself with a huge bar of plain, unscented soap when the glass shower door opened without warning. Steam billowed out into the room.

    Molly turned quickly, blinking water out of her eyes. Harry loomed in the opening. Misty tendrils of vapor swirled around him. He stared at her with an intensity that made her blush from head to toe. Instinctively she lowered her hands to cover the dark thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs. It was an ancient, utterly pointless gesture. Harry had seen everything there was to see of her last night.

    He certainly did not suffer from a similar false modesty, Molly noted with interest. He had come straight from the bed without bothering to don a robe. His body was heavy with arousal. His amber eyes were starkly, sensually aware.

    But something about him was vastly different this morning, Molly realized. Then she saw that his gaze no longer held the desperate vulnerability that had been so evident last night. He looked at her now with ferocious attention, as if amazed to find her in his shower.

    She managed a tremulous smile. “Hi. You look as though you've just seen a ghost or something.”

    “Not a ghost.” Harry stepped into the shower and closed the door. “You.”

    “Who were you expecting?”

    “No one.” His voice was low and husky. He grasped her slick shoulders and pulled her gently, deliberately against his rock-hard erection. “I thought it had all been a dream.”

    Molly drew a quick, steadying breath as he pressed against her. Then she grinned. “I hope you're not going to tell me that you thought I was just a wet dream?”

    “Not just an ordinary wet dream,” he whispered against her throat. “A really, really good wet dream. Better than any wet dream I've ever had in my life.”

    She trembled in his arms. “Oh, well, that's different, I suppose.”

    “Yes, it is. You're different.” He bent his head and took her mouth with a slow thoroughness that had not been a part of last night's feverish lovemaking.

    Molly shivered beneath the warm water. Her body responded immediately, just as it had during the night. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with hot urgency.

    Harry laughed softly against her mouth. “Not so fast. What with all the excitement last night, we forgot something important.”

    “What was that?”

    “Foreplay.”

    “Oh, that. To tell you the truth, I don't think it was necessary. I didn't miss a thing.”

    “Maybe it's not strictly necessary.” Harry slid one hand down her back, tracing the line of her spine. Then he cupped her buttocks and squeezed gently. “But I think it's going to be a lot of fun.”

    Molly felt her knees weaken. She sighed and leaned into his strength, glorying in the hard lines of his body. This was not the time to ask him about his strange mood last night. He was no longer vulnerable. The barriers of his self-control were firmly back in place. He would not welcome her questions, no matter how subtle.

    She felt his long fingers dip