She licked her damp lips. “I don’t recall mentioning that my shorts were skimpy or that I wore tank tops.”

“It’s my imagination. Let it get carried away, will you?” He splayed his hands across her back and sucked in a shallow breath. “No bra.” He closed his eyes and counted to ten, all the while skimming his hand up and down her bare back. “I’m glad I didn’t know about this before now.”

“Honestly, this dress didn’t call for one.”

“Honestly, I’m glad.” He pulled the dress down over her shoulders, releasing her breasts.

She tried not to squirm or show her embarrassment as he stared at her full breasts, tight nipples and overall bare top half.

He leaned his head back against the couch and groaned. “Amy, you are so gorgeous.”

She shook her head. “I’ve seen the women you’ve been with, so let’s not go there, okay? If I wasn’t so far gone with wanting you, I’d be more self-conscious. Let’s not give me time to get there.” She glanced away as she spoke.

It wasn’t that she didn’t think she measured up as much as she knew how hard the women in his circles must work to keep up appearances, cosmetic and otherwise. She was just an everyday woman with an everyday body. It was a reality she understood. How could she not mention the obvious?

He shook his head. “Listen,” he said in a serious voice. “Considering I’m here with you, and you can feel how much I want you, I think we’re clear on what looking at you does for me.” He covered her breasts with his palms and she forgot all sense of embarrassment.

Heck, she nearly passed out from the glorious sensation of his warm palms and hot touch. And when he slowly, gently, cupped their weight, palming her flesh, she writhed, squeezing her thighs together, letting small waves of pleasure build higher.

A soft moan escaped her throat and he reacted immediately, lowering his head and pulling her nipple into his mouth. She whimpered. He merely suckled her harder, using his tongue to lick and his teeth to lightly graze her flesh. Nerve endings on fire, unable to control herself, she rocked her hips from side to side, desire and longing building inside her. And when she couldn’t take the sensations he evoked any more, he seemed to know and transferred his attention to her other breast, giving it equal loving attention.

Bells went off in her head and it took some time before she realized it was a cell phone and not ecstasy causing the sound.

Hers? His? She wasn’t sure, but reality, which had been far away, dawned slowly. It wasn’t her phone.

“John?” she asked, calling for his attention.

He didn’t respond.

“John?” She curled her fingers into his shoulders.

“What?”

“Your cell phone,” she said, pushing him away.

He blinked and raised his head, his eyes glazed. “Ignore it,” he said, leaning closer, obviously intending to kiss her again.

But she wasn’t lost in the moment anymore. Nor was she so far gone she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. She shook her head and scrambled to her feet. “No, it might be important.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The woman who insisted I shut my cell phone off when I’m with you now wants me to answer it?” he asked in disbelief.

She rose and began to work her dress back up over her shoulders. They’d moved too fast and she needed space. “Get the phone, okay?” she asked, hoping he’d take the hint and give her a minute.

He ran a hand over his eyes and groaned. “It’s stopped ringing.”

“Then listen to your voice mail.”

Obviously she’d made her point, because he stood. His shirt hung open, a reminder of how close she’d been to heaven.

He walked up behind her and reached for her dress. She flinched, but when he ignored her reaction and merely did up the zipper, she felt badly. “I’m sorry. This was just…I got carried away.” She hoped he understood, because she didn’t want an argument.

Roper stared at Amy. They’d been hot and heavy until his damned phone ruined the moment. He had no choice but to be a gentleman and respect her wishes. Talking could come later.

He grabbed for his phone and dialed his voice mail.

For once it wasn’t his family interrupting. One of his teammates wanted to meet for drinks. Roper had no desire to leave Amy or to hang with the guys, but the damage here had been done.

“Anything important?” Amy asked, as she turned to face him.

He shook his head. “Nothing that can’t wait.”

“Well, at least it isn’t an emergency.” She ran a hand through her hair, trying to fix the strands he’d messed with his fingers.

“Amy-”

“It’s getting late,” she said.

Obviously she wasn’t going to let him talk about them, which was quite a contradiction to her planner personality. She liked things discussed and analyzed as long as she wasn’t the one under the microscope.

He flexed and unflexed his fingers, grasping for calm. He was frustrated. But getting angry at her withdrawal wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He forced himself to remember she’d given him insight into her past, and maybe he could work with that, given time.

“You’re right. I should get going.” Maybe he would meet his teammate for a drink. He was definitely too wired to sleep.

She walked him to the door. He met her gaze, and in her eyes he saw vulnerability. He lost his anger in an instant.

“Listen, I’m supposed to meet my mother at my sister’s apartment tomorrow. Some sort of wedding-planning talk that is bound to turn into World War III. Join me and you’ll get a firsthand view of the situation we’re dealing with. Maybe you can offer some ideas about how to keep me out of it.” And this way he could keep Amy with him while he figured out how to best handle her fear.

“I’ll come tomorrow and see what advice I can offer.”

“Good. See you at nine?” he asked as he opened the door.

She nodded. “And, John?”

He turned, placing an arm on the door frame. “Yes?”

“Thanks for dinner. I had a really nice time.”

He smiled. “Me, too.” On impulse, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek. He lingered for a moment, inhaling her scent to remember in his dreams later that night. “See you in the morning.” At which point he hoped to have figured out how to breach her defenses again.

Because now that he’d had a taste of her, there was no way in hell he was going to let her walk away.

AMY’S HAND SHOOK AS SHE locked the door behind Roper and headed for her bedroom, the events of the night fresh and vivid in her mind. How in the world had she let things go so far?

She knew the answer to that.

Roper. He was the reason she’d gotten so carried away. One minute they’d been talking and getting to know each other better and the next he’d looked at her with those golden-green eyes and she’d melted into him like a snowflake in July. Pathetic, that’s what she was. She couldn’t even keep the resolution she’d made to herself the day before.

She pulled an old T-shirt from her drawer and awkwardly unzipped her dress, remembering how sensual it had felt when Roper had undressed her, his strong fingers skimming her back. She shivered at the memory, her nipples puckering into hard knots.

She let out a frustrated sigh. She’d told herself going into the date that she needed a friend, but she’d lied to herself. She’d agreed to go to dinner because she didn’t want to turn him down. She liked him too much and wanted him too badly.

They hadn’t discussed business and she hadn’t wanted to ruin their time together by bringing up the lodge. Instead she’d put herself and her needs before the job.

Her mistake had been in thinking she could resist his charm. That she could deny her desire for him just because it was the smart thing to do. It was time for her to put her priorities back in order.

He was a client. Her relationship with him was professional. And her first order of business tomorrow would be to convince him to head upstate for some R and R-Rehab and Running away from his family.

In other words, she needed to be hands-on when it came to her job, not when it came to John Roper.

ROPER PICKED AMY UP THE next morning with a game plan. It wasn’t solid and it had more than a few holes, but it was a start. Every plan had a goal and his was to sway Amy into thinking there was nothing wrong with them picking up where they left off. She didn’t like the fact that he attracted the media and he didn’t blame her. But there was nothing wrong with a discreet affair between two people who were extremely interested in each other.

The first step in convincing her was to keep them together. He picked her up with lattes from Star-bucks for both of them, a grin on his face and an attitude that let her know he wasn’t holding a grudge over her turning cold on him the night before.

Once they were settled in the car, she turned to him. “Before we get going, I need to talk to you about a few things.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?” She sounded serious but not panicked, which he took to mean she was about to hit him with a professional, not personal, matter.

“I should have brought these things up sooner but I was distracted.” Her cheeks flushed and her gaze darted from his, leaving no doubt just what that distraction had been. She drew a deep breath. “Anyway, the first thing I want to talk about is the media. I read Buckley’s blog.”

He leaned his head back against the seat. “That’s a surefire way to ruin my morning. What about it?”

“Well, we were spotted at lunch. You didn’t mention it to me but I’m sure you know.”

Yeah, he knew. He gripped the top of the steering wheel with both hands. “I didn’t think you needed another reason to avoid me.”

“That’s personal. Professionally, I’m the person you’re supposed to go to on things like this. So if our friendship or relationship or whatever you want to call it is going to hinder our professional relationship, then we have a problem. I can turn you over to another publicist-”

“No.”

Losing daily access to her was the last thing he wanted. “You’re right. I should have told you right away about the blog. But you have to realize that I’m his target right now. Buckley’s going to keep hitting on me until he finds someone else.”

She pursed her pink-glossed lips and nodded slowly. “Which begs the question. Why are you his target? There are other things going on at the moment. Basketball brawls. Hockey suspensions. Why you? Why now?”

He swallowed hard and decided to whitewash the truth. “I, um, dated his ex-girlfriend. She’s now his wife.”

She narrowed her gaze. “So it’s jealousy.”

“Insanity is more like it,” he muttered.

“Well, whatever the reason, that’s twice in one week you were spotted out and about without any promotion ahead of time.” She leaned forward, giving him a view into her soft blouse and the cleavage he’d tasted last night. “Is that kind of coverage normal?” she asked.

He cleared his throat and tried to focus. “No, it’s not.”

“So how does the press just happen to know where you are?” she asked, persistent in her curiosity.

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Actually, he did care. A lot.

He just couldn’t change it.

“Well, you need to start to pay attention. Who knows your schedule and routine? Who do you speak to and mention your comings and goings?”

“As in you think someone close to me is reporting to Buckley?” he asked in disbelief.

“Not just Buckley. Gawkerstalker.com knows where you are, too, way too often to ignore them. Someone is phoning in information.”

He frowned. She was new to this business and to his life. She didn’t know his inner circle as well as he did. Nobody would deliberately sabotage him. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence. Someone might have recognized me and decided to leak the information. It happens all the time.”

She drew a deep breath. “Fine. Just pay attention in the future. That’s all I ask.”

He conceded with a jerk of his head, then glanced at the dashboard clock. “We need to get going.” He turned and reached for the handle, but her hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“There’s something else I need to run by you,” she said.

He turned back her way. From her serious expression, he wasn’t going to like this subject, either. “What is it?” he asked, resigned.

“What’s your biggest priority at the moment?”

He let out a laugh. “Come on, you know the answer to that. My career. The upcoming season.”

“Then why not act like it? Why aren’t you at the gym this morning instead of playing mediator between your mother and your sister?”

He sat up straighter in his seat, his shoulders stiffening. “Not that I need to answer to you, but I’m going to the gym later today.” He resented being put on the defensive just because he cared for his family. “Right now they need me. They’re my responsibility and I won’t turn my back on them.”