Can't Fight the Feeling by Faye Hughes

Fate brought them together . . .

Six years ago, while working on his doctoral thesis on literary genius E. J. Tremayne, Justin Stone had fallen hard for the deceased author's daughter, Morgan. After a whirlwind courtship, filled with poetry and passion, they'd eloped . . . only to fly to Costa Rica nearly a year later for a quickie divorce. When Justin finds Morgan sitting on the desk in his office at the Hamilton-Davis University in Santa Barbara — looking more beautiful than he'd remembered — all of the old emotions come tumbling back. Justin still wants her, but he knows giving in to his feelings this time could destroy them both.  And then Morgan drops a bombshell — their quickie divorce didn't exactly take, and they're still married.

Or they will be for the next ten days until her attorney can file the right paperwork.

. . . And then Fate gave them a second chance at happiness.

Morgan feels the same magic, the same attraction when she sees Justin again. She wants him back, and she intends to do everything she can in the next ten days to make him see things her way. First, she convinces him to let her stay in his spare bedroom. Then his department chair — who just happens to be one of her father's old friends — asks her to work with Justin on a symposium he's heading on her father's work.  And her plan works — she and Justin can't seem to keep their hands off each other. But then Morgan discovers that somebody's forged one of her father's manuscripts, which sidelines their rekindled romance . . . maybe even forever.

 ***Please Note:  This is an updated and expanded edition of the Bantam Loveswept classic romance originally published in 1996.***

The First Kiss:

Morgan is in Justin's office at the university, where they are supposed to be discussing her involvement in the symposium on American authors.  Morgan has other plans, however . . .

 Excerpt:

"Justin?"

Her fingers stroked his back. He shuddered.

"Thanks for letting me do this," she said softly, coming alongside him. "I know you weren't exactly thrilled last night when Cappy suggested I help you with the symposium, and I appreciate your giving in. You have no idea how much this means to me."

He stared into her face. He knew just how her skin would feel if he ran his thumb down her cheek. Soft and dewy-fresh. He began to ache from the want of her.

"Well, Leonard was right," he said slowly, his voice rough around the edges. "Including you in the symposium was a great idea. Still is. My only concern was whether we could work together or not."

"What do you mean?" She touched his arm.

He flinched as though she'd struck him.

"Why, Justin Stone, you're as nervous as a cat in a house full of hounds. Whatever is the matter with you?"

"You," he rasped out. His gaze bore into her. "Hell, ever since you got here you've been reminding me of how good it felt to hold you, so that every time I get close to you, I just want to reach out and . . ."

He took a slow, ragged breath and closed his eyes. "Morgan, you've been making me feel things I haven't felt in years," he said, opening his eyes again. "I can't think about anything but touching you. Stroking you until you purr. I swear to God I don't know if I can control myself sometimes. I want to push you down on the floor and take you. Right here and now. Pound myself in you until there's no more me left. And no more you."

She stared up at him. A flush crept into her cheeks. Her lips parted. "So, who's stopping you?" she asked huskily.

He groaned and reached out for her. She slid into his arms. Their lips came together in a kiss that filled some empty spot deep within his soul. He forced his tongue in her mouth and probed its secrets. She tasted of the coffee they'd drunk earlier that morning. Sweet. Invigorating. He couldn't get enough of her. '

His hands moved down the soft wool of her suit to the curve of her hips. He pulled her closer, wanting her to feel his arousal, wanting to grind her into him until she moaned with pleasure.

"Oh, Justin." She moaned. "I've missed you."

And he'd missed her.

He just hadn’t known how much until that moment.

He pulled up her skirt, needing to feel her bare skin, her soft, silky skin. His glided his hands up her thighs to the lacy garter holding her stockings in place. Dear God, what was she wearing? he wondered. His hands slipped over her rounded buttocks, feeling the silky fabric rustle beneath his fingers. He felt as if he were coming undone.

From a distance he heard what sounded like a rap on his office door. He ignored it, preferring instead to kiss her again. She rubbed herself against him like a cat demanding to be stroked. He pulled her closer, urging her hips against his. The knocking grew louder.

He groaned. Go away, he thought. Or maybe he said it out loud. He couldn't be sure. But moments later he heard Sonia Garcia's voice and that of a man, and Justin knew they had to stop.

He reluctantly pushed Morgan away as his office door swung open. Her skirt slid back into place.

Sonia's voice cut through the haze in his brain with the ease of a hot knife though melting butter.

"Adam Smiley, you're a real jerk! Can't you see they want to be alone?"

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