She wants to give the concept of bedtime…a whole new meaning!

Haley Lawton has to get a sex life—now! To keep her new assignment as regular feature writer for a hot women’s magazine, she has to come up with four killer articles on how to spice up the sex in a relationship. With little experience, but a lot of big dreams, she convinces Dylan Malone, her old college crush, now ad exec, to help tutor her on the finer points.

The finer points—indeed! Haley thinks she can handle living through one incredible fantasy; however, it isn’t long before Dylan’s sexy mouth and impatient hands start affecting…completely. Now she’s not so sure that their next steamy encounter is such a good idea after all! Once the fun and games are over, can Haley and Dylan turn four fantasies to forever?

Harlequin Blaze | ISBN 0373790260 | January 2002 | BUY IT HERE

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He followed her out of the bar. It was dark and Haley decided she’d take a cab home. She didn’t know why she told Dylan that she had dinner plans when she didn’t. Maybe it was because he was already spinning his magic web to entangle her. She had to keep this purely superficial. No deep feelings. No dinner. No dancing. No getting to know each other. Just sex.

Dylan grabbed her arm and turned her towards him. He moved his face closer to hers. His spicy, hot scent almost made her swoon. His nearness and warmth sent fire sizzling along her nerve endings. His handsome face and gorgeous body this close to her made her realize how much she ached for him.

She couldn’t help it. She pressed against him and felt him tremble. The fact that he wanted her as much as she wanted him made her gasp and swallow hard.

“I’d like to give you a proper goodbye, since I didn’t get to give you a proper hello.”

His nerves jumped as he felt her warm palm against the fabric of his shirt. Uncomplicated Haley. She hadn’t said anything about a relationship at all. Just sex. It would work. It would be fine. He’d get her out of his system and then they would go their separate ways. He just always thought of her as the one who got away. A woman he’d wanted everyday of his senior year. On his graduation night, he’d blown it. But now he had another chance. Why didn’t he believe any of that? Why did he care so much that she had a dinner date, probably with another guy? Why did he want to brand her, let the world know that she was his?

What a gutsy woman she was waltzing into the bar and asking him to tutor her in a carnal way. Fantasies. Hell, he’d give her something to fantasize about while she was sitting with her dinner companion.

He clasped her wrists and slowly placed them around his neck. It took every fiber of his willpower not to attack her mouth like a crazy beast.

He could feel the fragile bones of her small delicate wrists in his big hands. It brought home to him how sweet and dainty she was. A body made for a man’s love and adoration was hidden beneath the combination of demure and sexy clothes she wore.

That thought made his mouth go dry, made him want to entice her to put those dainty hands all over his body. The minute he let her wrists go, her fingers delved into the hair on the back of his neck. He swallowed a groan when she caressed his nape. Desire shot into his bloodstream like a virulent virus. How many times had he dreamed of just this moment? This aching anticipation of feeling her lips beneath his. Would she gasp, moan, or draw him closer? How would she taste, feel, react?

He wanted, no needed to feel her hips against his already stiff arousal.

And as if that thought had been shouted, he felt the awareness grow between them. It filled their sight, caressed their bodies and like subtle pressure it was all around them, was the air they breathed, the light to see by, and the very concrete beneath their feet. They both recognized the sexual awareness–that intangible elusive sensation that tingled across all exposed skin, sending heat and need rocketing through their bodies. This was the keen recognition that passed between a man and a woman when there was intense mutual attraction.

Haley couldn’t name the feeling that spread like wildfire through every nerve ending in her body. She didn’t mean to stare at him like this, she told herself. She should look away. She was only heading for heartache and pain if she let herself want him for more. But she couldn’t look away. She drank in the sheer beauty of his face like a woman starved for the very sight of him. She wanted to trace the provocative curve of his lips with hers, run her tongue along the sloping elegant grace of his cheekbone, brush kisses along his hard, arrogant jaw. Her mouth tingled with the devastating need, her tongue feeling thick and swollen.

His body responded, hardening with the sudden fierce longing he saw in her eyes. She wanted him to kiss her. Her lips parted with alluring grace and subtle invitation, her face going soft, her body moving closer to his. He stepped toward her at the same time she stepped toward him and their bodies touched, both of them jerking at the sudden volatile chemistry that sent both their senses reeling.

He heard her murmur his name, low and deep in her throat with such urgency that his half-aroused body hardened further with a fiery wave of rushing heat that seared his soul.

His mouth came down on hers hungrily, fiercely and that first potent contact sent trembling fire deep into his gut, wrenching a low groan from his throat, vibrating deep in his chest.

Her lips moved under his, equally impassioned, giving back to him all that he gave to her. He tasted deeply of her, drank in the sweet nectar, delving deeply into her moist cavity with his tongue.

The softness of her body against his felt so right. Her velvet lips responding to him were like a rush of power to his desire-soaked brain.

Haley melted against him, feeling his arms tightening around her. She was glad for the support because without it she was afraid she might slip to the ground.

He drew her deeper into the shadows until they were almost invisible to anyone who happened to be walking by. The darkness hid them, made it more erotic that they could be caught participating in such a public spectacle.

He deepened the kiss, his sensuous lips flexing over hers in an urgent fierceness that left her breathless. He was breaking the very bonds of reality delving into fantasy. She felt him spread those heavily muscled thighs to give him better balance, jerking her hips against him by sliding his big hands over her buttocks.

The pulsing heat from his groin reached out to her even through the thick fabric of his trousers and made her groan into his soft lips.

The groan tightened his body. Even as he cursed himself for his lack of control, something inside him cried out with aching clarity that she was so exquisitely right for him it was criminal. She fit to him like a perfectly fashioned suit, like a woman was supposed to fit a man.

Suddenly, the weekend seemed too far away. He wanted her right now. Kissing her wasn’t enough. He wanted to torture himself with her nakedness, press his mouth to all the soft intimate parts of her that would make her gasp and cry out. He wanted to bury himself into her so deeply he would be lost. He didn’t know why he was so attracted to her, why only she could ignite these wild, primal urges.

But ever since Haley Lawton had walked into English 449, he’d wanted her.

He broke the kiss and stared down into her face, memorizing the sweet angles and planes, the soft, dewy lips, her warm, sparkling eyes. Haley wasn’t for him now that he’d put his foot on the first rung of the corporate ladder. He needed sedate. Tried not to think that the word meant boring in the dictionary.

In fact, he shouldn’t be doing this at all in a public place where a wholesome PTA member might be lurking.

Haley stepped away from him. Something changed in his eyes and it made her suddenly self-conscious. “I can’t imagine what you’d think was an improper goodbye,” she said airily, backing away. “I’ll just hail a cab.” Keep it light, she told herself.

“Haley. . . .”

She whirled and blew him a kiss and emitted what she hoped was a sultry laugh. When she turned around for one last look at him, he’d come into the glow of the streetlight. He pantomimed a phone to his ear. She nodded and waved as if they were two friends saying goodbye. But he looked so sexy standing in the soft halo of light. His dark hair gleamed like the velvety night sky. She had to catch her breath.

All the way home in the cab, Haley kept repeating to herself over and over. “It’s just sex. It’s only sex. Sex and fun.”

Maybe, just maybe, she could convince herself she didn’t want anything else from gorgeous Dylan Malone.

Maybe, just maybe, the sky would open up and it’d rain fat pink pigs, curly tail and all.

From the book: The Bare Facts
By: Karen Anders
Imprint and Series: Harlequin Blaze
Publication Date: 01/02
ISBN: TBA
Copyright ©: 2002
By Karen Alarie

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