Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh

of you?”
    Letting his gaze drift over her, Rafe made damned
    certain she remembered everything he knew she
    wanted to forget.
    She flushed. Her gray eyes darkened in both
    arousal as well as anger. Temptation was the least of
    her worries. It wasn’t the temptation that was going to
    get her back into his bed. It was the memories that
    would accomplish that. The memories of pleasure so
    hot, so intense it had sent her running in fear when
    she thought he had finally gone to sleep. Oh yeah, he
    had her now and there would be no escape. At least,
    not until someone managed to dig the snow out of his
    road.
    His cock throbbed, pulsing in memory of the
    sweetest pleasure he had ever known, buried in the
    ultratight, fiery hot grip of her pussy. For a second, the
    remembered sound of her shattered cries, the feel of
    her going wild atop him, riding his dick until they both
    exploded in a release he swore marked something
    inside him. It was definitely a memory that tortured
    him with a hunger no other could slake. The memory
    of it had the power to keep him awake at night. And it
    made him ache.
    Five years. For five years he had been tormented
    with that memory, unable to find that release with any
    other woman, and ache for the pleasure and the
    woman who caused it, until at times he swore even
    his back teeth hurt from the need.
    “Stop, Rafer.” She shivered hard as the wind
    whipped around them and the memories heated
    them. “We agreed—”
    “We didn’t agree to a damn thing; you fucking
    decided to pretend it didn’t happen without so much
    as consulting me. And I’ve had enough of the cold. I’m
    going inside.”
    He turned and slammed inside the house,
    entering the warmth of the kitchen. Furious now, his
    drunk wearing off, Rafe stalked to the counter and the
    coffeemaker he prepped for morning.
    Flipping the switch, he stood, waiting until the
    dark liquid began streaming into the pot. Behind him,
    the door opened, then closed again softly, bringing
    with it the sweet, clean scent of the blizzard and the
    woman he hadn’t been able to even try to forget.
    He stared at the wall, anger churning along with
    the lust and creating a searing heat in his gut.
    She still wore that familiar spicy scent he
    remembered. It tugged at a man’s memory making
    him think of summer, sex, and pleasure. The scent of
    her perfume became a little deeper, a little more
    evocative, and hot when she melted beneath him.
    “What the hell are you doing out in a blizzard
    anyway?” he asked, keeping his back to her as he
    pulled two mugs from the cabinet over the
    coffeemaker.
    “I was visiting my parents in Aspen.” There was
    no sense of reluctance or hesitation in her voice as
    there had been the last time she had spoken to him at
    that damned funeral. But it also wasn’t as husky and
    sexy as it had been the last time he’d had her. Or the
    first time.
    His balls tightened in agony.
    Son of a bitch, forgetting the pleasure he found in
    her was like trying to forget the sweetest paradise
    ever experienced after being thrown from it.
    “And how are your parents?” It was a social
    nicety and one he had to force past his lips.
    How she could stomach even acknowledging her
    parents, he had never been able to figure out. Neither
    her mother nor her father had been supportive of her.
    They hadn’t even pretended to care about her.
    “I was there to help Dad settle Mother into a rest
    home. She never recovered from the stroke she had
    in the summer.” There was a poignant sadness in
    Cami’s voice. He couldn’t imagine it was because
    either parent had tried to make her feel accepted, let
    alone loved.
    No, it had been her aunt and uncle who protected
    her after her sister had been killed, it had been her
    aunt and uncle, Ella and Eddy, who had celebrated all
    the successes and failures, both big and small, with
    her.
    Rafe’s jaw clenched as he turned back to Cami,
    forcibly pushing those memories aside. “I’m