The rush began between her thighs, shooting like a dart into the depths of her belly, loosening her joints so that her hands slipped limp and helpless off his shoulders. Her back arched, and the slippery firm roundness of her breasts pressed flat against his chest. She shuddered in hot darkness, Jamie's steadying hands all that kept her from drowning. Nestled against him, she felt boneless as a jellyfish. She didn't know—or care—what sort of sounds she had been making, but she felt incapable of coherent speech... until he began to move again, strong as a shark under the dark water.