Staring into the camera, into the place where she knew his dark blue eyes looked at her through the lens, she slowly rolled to her side, then rose to her knees, reveling in the cool slide of the black silk teddy against her heated skin, the delicious friction of the sheer stockings and lacy garter belt against her legs.

Do you remember, Adam? The question whispered through her mind. Are you recalling, as I am, the way it was between us? How we couldn’t keep our hands off each other? How you used to love to touch my hair like this…?

Lifting her hands, she sifted her fingers through her loose hair, envisioning Adam…er, Greg-no, damn it, it was Adam-approaching her, lowering his head to kiss her. Her eyes drifted closed and her lips parted, anticipating the brush of his lips, the delicious sweep of his tongue, and again memories swept through her, of the first time he’d kissed her.

She’d gone to his house, intending to casually mention she’d broken up with her boyfriend, hoping Adam might ask her out. He’d answered the door dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt, his hair shower-damp, his skin smelling clean and fresh. He’d looked so delicious she’d nearly forgotten how to speak. Heart pounding, she’d told him her news. No sooner had the words passed her lips than he’d cupped her face between his hands, whispered Thank God, and then kissed her. A long, slow, deep, knee-weakening kiss that left no doubt he’d been experiencing the same pull of attraction as she. When he’d finally ended the kiss, he’d looked as dazed as she’d felt.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do that?” he’d asked.

“How long?”

“I met you a year ago, so…a year.”

His confession had thrilled her and made her wish she’d broken up with her boyfriend a lot sooner. She’d smiled and pulled his head toward hers. “Seems we have a lot of time to make up for,” she’d whispered against his lips.