Time and Again

loss for words. Something in her smile, in her half-hooded eyes, in the tilt of that damn-you chin, turned his brain to mush.
    Ridiculous, he told himself as he continued to stare at her. Absolutely and completely ridiculous.
    Whatever he was feeling, it couldn't be love-not the kind of love that caused men to make foolish and life-altering decisions. It was affection, he told himself. Attraction, desire and passion, tempered with a certain amount of caring, perhaps. But love. He had no room for it. And no time.
    Time. Reality struck him like a blow. Time was the biggest obstacle of all.
    He started to push himself away, to put some distance between them until he could think clearly again.
    Still smiling, she wrapped arms and legs around him. "Going somewhere?"
    "I must be heavy."
    "You are." She continued to smile, then traced her lips with her tongue. Her hips moved gently, sinuously, against his. Thrilled, she watched his eyes cloud as he grew inside her. "I was hoping we could do a little experiment."
    He shook his head but failed to clear it. "Experiment?"
    "Physics." She trailed a single fingertip down his back. "You know about physics, don't you, J.T.?"
    He used to. "That's Dr. Hornblower to you," he muttered, and buried his face in her throat.
    "Well, Doc- isn't there this theory about an object in motion remaining in motion?"
    His breath was ragged in her ear. "Let me show you."
    She ached all over. And she'd never felt better in her life. Bleary eyed, she winced at the intruding sunlight. Morning. Again, she realized.
    She wouldn't have believed it was possible to spend the better part of a day and all of a night in bed.
    With only snatches of sleep. With a grumbling sigh, she tried to roll over and met the solid wall of Jacob's body.
    He'd been busy since dawn, she mused. Busy working her over to the edge of the bed. Now he took up ninety percent of the mattress, along with all of the sheets and blankets. The only thing saving her from sliding onto the floor was the weight of the leg he had hooked around her hips. And the arm stretched carelessly, and certainly not amorously, over her throat.
    She shifted again, met the unmoving line of resistance and narrowed her eyes. "Okay, pal," she said under her breath, "we're going to begin as I mean to go on, and I don't mean to roll onto the floor every night for the rest of my life."
    She gave him an unloverlike nudge in the stomach with her elbow. He swore and shoved her another inch toward the edge.
    Tactics, Sunny decided. She changed hers by sliding a hand intimately over his hip and thigh. "J.T.," she whispered, trailing a line of kisses down his cheek. "Honey."
    "Hmm?"
    She nibbled delicately at his ear. "Jacob? Sweetheart?"
    He made another vague sound and cupped her breast. Sunny's brow lifted. His movement had cost her another precious fraction of an inch.
    "Baby," she added, figuring she was running out of endearments. "Wake up, sugar. There's something I want to do." Gently, seductively, she brushed her lips down to his shoulder. "Something I really need."
    As his lips curved, she bit him. Hard.
    "Ow." His eyes flew open, temper and bafflement warring in them. "What the hell was that for?"
    "So I could get back my share of the bed." Satisfied, she snuggled into the pillow he'd just vacated. She opened one eye and was gratified to see that he was scowling at her. "Anyone ever tell you you're a bed hog? And a blanket thief." She snatched the loose cover and rolled into it "You're the first one to complain."
    She only smiled. She was counting on being the last. Frowning, he rubbed the wound on his shoulder.
    There were shadows under her eyes. They made her look vulnerable. The faint throbbing where her teeth had connected reminded him that she was anything but.
    Inside that angular body was a whirlwind of energy. All wells of passion that he was sure-even with the marathon they'd put each other through-had yet to be tapped. She'd taken nun places he hadn't believed existed. Places he was already yearning to return to. In the deepest part of the night she had been insatiable, and impossibly generous. He'd had only to touch her to have her respond. She'd had only to touch him to cause the need to chum.
    Now, in the full light of morning, she was wrapped in the blankets, with only her tousled cap of hair and half of her face in view. And he wanted her.
    What was he going to do about her? With her? For her? He hadn't a clue.
    He wondered how she would react