But he wasn't supposed to! And he wasn't supposed to get any closer to her either, but now he was leaning into her. His denim-covered leg brushed her knee, the touch burning like hot metal against bare skin.
She gasped. "Dylan - "
"I'd love to see you do something bad, Kitty. Go all-out Wilder and do something really, really bad." The raw edge to his voice grazed her flesh. Another jolt of greedy desire shot through her.
"Something really bad?" she echoed faintly.
"Say an affair." A sinful smile entered his voice. "You could have an affair with ... hmm... How about an affair with a married man?"
Of course, the married man he was talking about was himself. She sagged against the door. "Dylan..."
"Why not, Kitty?"
He seemed to have forgotten about telling her to stay away from him. "That's too tempting," she whispered.
"Too tempting? Why?"
The words slipped out. "Our wedding night... I've always wondered..."
His knuckles brushed across her bottom lip. "Wondered what?"
There was a pulse in her lips. Amazing but true. All of a sudden she couldn't quite remember why being this close to him was dangerous.
He brushed her mouth again. "You've wondered what?"
He continued tracing her mouth even as Kitty spoke, his touch drawing the words from her. "That night ... the beer ... I don't remember it."
Dylan's hand dropped and his body shifted back, no longer touching hers. "You don't remember 'it'?"
"What happened after the 'I dos.'" That he learned one more of her secrets wasn't such a big deal, Kitty suddenly decided, blithely kicking away another of her protective walls. She cared only about his coming close again, his doing something to assuage the needy pulse at her lips, in her chest - everywhere. "After the wedding, I remember we went to your house. Then the next thing I knew, I was waking up in your bed."
She gulped a breath and let the truth break free. "I don't remember what it was like when we made love."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Befuddled, Dylan stared down at Kitty, trying to make out the details of her face in the darkness. Standing on her doorstep, he'd been bewitched by her again. In the space of one breath, it seemed, he'd gone high on lust, playing word games while stroking her incredible skin. He'd actually forgotten all about their marriage at that moment. He'd forgotten they should keep apart. In horny-teenager mode, he'd been thinking no further than getting his mouth on hers once more.
Teasing her, talking about sex, always seemed to tip her off-kilter, and so he'd used it to lower her defenses. To get a little nearer to all that rose-petal softness and rose-sweet fragrance. There were a thousand and one reasons for him - them - not to indulge in any sexual play, but against his desire for her, they stacked up like a bag of sand against an armored carload of bullion.
Now she said she didn't remember their making love on their wedding night. She remembered nothing between the wedding itself and waking up the next morning in his bed. By then he'd already been on his way to Quantico.
He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. He groaned instead. "Kitty - "
"I've felt cheated for eight years," she whispered, "that I don't remember."
"Kitty - "
"I just have these vague impressions, you see. Your kiss, your bare chest - " She broke off and her hand reached out and ran down his torso.
He groaned again, trying desperately to hold himself back. "Kitty - "
"You're right. I deserve this. Let's do it, Dylan." Just inches away from his, her body quivered with sexual tension.
Shit. His cock was screaming with the need to press against her. Her intoxicating, heated-rose scent was in his head, making him sex-drunk again. Still, he tried to wrap his mind around the situation. To think it over clearly. They'd been married for eight years and she couldn't recall their wedding night.
Yet she wanted to be with him ... again.
A true hero would -
He stopped himself and sucked in another breath of that dizzying, delicious rose fragrance. Wasn't a "true hero" exactly what he knew he wasn't? So why should he be hesitating when Kitty was convinced she deserved a wedding night? Since she didn't remember the one eight years ago, he didn't need to worry that having sex now would make them any more married in Kitty's mind.
Christ, and then there was that! A spurt of anger spiced his clamoring desire for her. She'd married them.