Edge of Forever. Sherryl Woods

gaze shot up and clashed with his. Then she held herself perfectly still, and he felt her slowly begin to relax in his arms.

      The rain pounded down harder than ever, creating a gray, wet sheet that secluded them from the rest of the world. Nick could have stayed like that forever. Holding Dana in his arms felt exactly as he’d imagined it would. Her body fit his perfectly, the soft contours molding themselves to the hard planes of his own overheated flesh. He felt the sharp stirring in his loins again and wondered if he could fight it by concentrating on the distant sounds of laughter and shouts of victory drifting from the fire station down the block.

      “Nick?” Her tentative voice whispered down his spine like the fingers of an expert masseuse.

      “Yes.”