How to Host a Seduction [antikvár]

Prologue Sex had only clinched the deal. Making love to Ellen Talbot had just proven what Christopher Sinclair had suspected since first meeting this remarkable romance editor at a friend's wedding—^no woman had ever affected him like she did. No woman had ever come close. Ellen left his heart thundering, his muscles vibrating so hard that he collapsed against the sheets, unable to do much more than press his shell-shocked erection into the cradle of her warai thighs and try to catch his breath. His thoughts raced with the singularity of the event and just how shattering making love to her had been. Their first time. Damn. Locking his arms around her, Christopher savored the feel of her bare curves, her long, long legs tangled with his, their skin clinging in a thin sheen of sweat. He'd never even realized he could feel the way he felt when he was with her. The lack had nothing to do with experience. He'd just celebrated his thirty-third birthday and could honestly say he'd lived most of those years, had explored the challenges hfe tossed his way and added a few variations of his own. He'd experienced his share of incredible lovemaking and mind-blowing orgasms with some very lovely ladies. Not one of those women had ever left him like this, so demoUshed he could only hang on tight until he recovered.