He was like an addiction and she just knew she'd never be able to shake him. She didn't want to, of course; she wanted more of him, every second of every day. It wasn't healthy, some part of her warned, but she pushed it aside to better concentrate on the here and now.

A little moan escaped her as he pressed her against the counter, and she returned his kiss with hungry enthusiasm. It was something almost like instinct that had her attempting to hop up onto the counter, though it was more an awkward climb since Steve was so maddeningly close to her -but not close enough.