Mad About You

permanent fixture in anyone's life, even his son's. Although he knew in his heart the best thing for Chad would be to rebuild a lasting relationship with Ginny, he still had doubts about his ability to live up to his end of the bargain. And Ginny had made no secret of her opinion on the matter.
    When the bathroom door opened, he sat up. Ginny floated into the room on a cloud of fruity fragrance, wrapped in a satiny knee-length robe, her dark gold hair shimmering damp and loose on her shoulders. Her legs were long and lightly tanned, her feet slender and shapely. The troubling thoughts behind his headache dissolved. His heart thudded against his chest wall at the overpowering impact she had on his senses.
    "It's all yours," she announced as she folded her clothes and stacked them in a neat pile on her bed.
    "It used to be all mine," he said softly, meeting her gaze when she lifted her head. He rose to his feet and took a few seconds to absorb her, to memorize her all over again. Every muscle tensed, tingling with anticipation. Instinct spurred him. He took one tentative step toward her, then another. As he neared her, she inched backward, but the awareness and desire in her eyes kept him moving forward. She came up short when the bed prevented her from going any farther. He stopped, leaving mere inches between their bodies.
    Moisture glistened where the deep vee in her robe revealed the base of her throat. The locket he'd given her nestled in her cleavage. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her caramel eyes shone, her pink lips parted slightly. Her cheeks glowed from the effects of the bath. Bailey studied her face, looking for a sign to stop, praying for a sign to continue.
    He lowered his mouth to hers carefully, poised to retreat at the slightest resistance. But as his lips touched hers, her mouth came alive, and the realization fired his arousal. The kiss deepened as she opened her mouth to allow him full entry. With a groan he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her damp body to his. Familiarity cloaked him as her curves melded against him, as she nipped at his tongue and ran her nails lightly across his naked back.
    With controlled urgency he slipped his hands down and underneath her robe, his breath catching at the feel of her muscles clenching as she strained to meet him. His fingers found the waistband of scant panties, then slid inside to knead her bare bottom, sliding her up and against his hard arousal. She lifted her mouth to gasp, rolling her neck and shoulders.
    He fumbled with the tie of her robe as she pulled at his belt buckle. Within seconds the robe was discarded, revealing a peach-colored camisole and matching undies. Her nipples were straining at the sheer lace. He ached to touch them, to taste them, but stopped long enough to shed his jeans.
    When he came back to her, though, a slight frown marred her smooth complexion. Her eyes were worried. "I'm not sure this is right, Bailey."
    Panic gripped him. He was so close to reminding her—reminding himself—how good things could be between them. He folded her into his arms. "Ginny," he whispered, his heart hammering, "I want my family back."

    At his words Virginia stiffened. A sensation akin to shame washed over her. Bailey didn't want her, he wanted a tie with the mother of his child. A guarantee he could always have access to his son. From the beginning she'd been part of a package deal. What had Chad said? No kid, no marriage? Out of the mouths of babes.
    She straightened her arms and pushed against his bare chest. Bailey stepped back, confusion evident on his face. "What did I say?"
    "The truth—this has more to do with you wanting to be with your son than wanting to be with me," she murmured, fighting to control her breathing. He shook his head and reached for her again, but she held up her arm to stop him. She yanked up her robe from where it had fallen on the carpet and gathered it around her, tying it securely with a double knot.
    "Leave Chad out of this, Ginny. You’re not that good an actress—you wanted me as much as I wanted you."
    She turned her back and bit her bottom lip hard as she straightened her folded clothes again. "You're wrong, Bailey." More... I wanted you more than you wanted me. Always have, always will. "On the plane you promised our relationship would be strictly platonic, and I expect you to keep your word." She crossed her arms over her breasts. "I think you'd better take your bath now."
    He grunted in