eventually, so there was a kitchen against one wall and bed against another."I live here. I just got home last night," I told her, confused. I closed the door, steppedcloser, reached for her hand, then searched her eyes. "And you're here because."She wet her lips and I remembered how they felt, how they tasted."I'm in 3B. I moved in a couple months ago. Your music, I'm on deadline and-"I slid the remote control from the pocket of my well-worn blue jeans, aimed it at thestereo and pushed the mute button. Suddenly the room was filled with silence."I was disturbing you," I finished, tossing the remote onto the pile of rags near our feet."Yes.""Distracting you," I added as I let my hand skim up the length of her arm."Yes."She shivered, and not from the cold. We were in the middle of a heat wave and I'dreturned to find that the central air in the loft was broken. My apartment felt like a saunaand despite the fact that the windows were open and the exhaust on, the smell of oil paintand turpentine permeated the air.I slid my hand around her neck and then traced the outline of her mouth with my thumb."Blake," she murmured, stepping back, pulling away and turning around. She reached for the doorknob, but before she could open it I was behind her. There was no place for her togo, she was between the door and me, my body molded to the back of hers.I leaned down, and whispered, "That kiss, in the rain, in Paris, I haven't been able to get itout of my mind. You never wrote that review.""I couldn't. Not after-""Christ, can you feel how much I want you, need you, even now?" I tilted my hips up andrubbed against her. "It's just you and me, Rose. I know you want this."She pushed back against me in invitation and my arms encircled her waist, one handreaching up to palm her breast, the other reaching down to inch up the hem of her dress."Say it," I demanded.