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Jack quirked an eyebrow. “Why? Because you're hot, you're you, and I've lusted after you since I was seventeen.”
Wow. That felt good to hear. And it only made me hotter.
I shook my head. “No, I mean, why now? You'll be leaving in a day or two.”
Jack nodded his head at the clarification. “True. But don't you want to live out all my horny teenage fantasies?” He took a bite of pizza and chewed, his gaze grazing over my entire body.
I gulped. “You've had fantasies about me?”
Shaking his head from side to side, he said, “I've had some where I strangle you for tricking me like that with your sister.” He held a hand up. “But since that problem's been resolved, the other fantasies where I rip your clothes off and do lots of naughty and illegal things to you move to the front of the line.”
Naughty and illegal things!Yes! I nibbled on the edge of my slice.
“Anything involving cock rings?” I asked, jokingly.
Jack chuckled. “Only if it includes you and a bed.”
I gulped. I couldn't help it.
“It's like ten years of foreplay,” I commented, noticing the room was getting very warm.
Jack's gaze dropped to my mouth. “Absolutely.” His voice had become low and dark.
I tossed my crust onto my plate. “God, Jack. No matter how much I want to”—I took a deep breath, the devil on my shoulder poking me with his little pointed staff as I said this—“you're leaving. I can't get all tangled up with you and then watch you go away again.”
Jack stood there quiet for a moment. “Yeah, I can see that. Doesn't mean I'll stop trying.” He lifted an eyebrow and smiled wickedly. “And since you’re into kinky, I have to tell you, I am too.”
I swatted his shoulder. His rock hard, well-muscled shoulder. Oh, crap. “I want you totryto control yourself.”
“I may not have the willpower. Just looking at you makes me want to do the caveman routine. Toss you over my shoulder, carry you to bed and fuck you until you don’t know your own name.”
“That's oddly flattering…and hot as hell.” On top of the heat, I felt my nipples tighten and my panties get a little damp.
Jack smiled. “I try.”
I put my plate in the dishwasher, put the soda can in the recycling container. I definitely wanted to have sex with Jack until I forgot my name. Itwouldbe hot and mind-blowing. I wanted him to jump my bones and have his kinky way with me. But I needed to play it cool. If he felt anything like I did—horny as hell—I wasn't sure if we'd be able to keep our hands off each other, his leaving or not. “Since we're not having sex, you can have the TV. I've got to work on something for Goldie.”
He grinned. “What kind of work?”
I took a deep breath, prepared to be picked on. “I've been forced by Goldie to write a romance novel. She says you're my muse.”
“With just a kiss?”
I pointed at him. “That's what I said.”
Jack scratched his head. “I like this muse idea. Maybe I should give you some story ideas. How hot is this book going to be?” He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me into his warm body for a kiss. With tongue. Lots of it. Now my panties werereallywet.
“You're still leaving,” I said, my voice rough, my breath coming out in little pants against his lips.
“Dammit.” He pushed me away, ran his hands over his mouth. “I'mtryingto be chivalrous here, but you're too sexy to resist. I think I have to be your muse from a different room.” He walked away and I heard the TV come on. Basketball. Talk about a mood killer.
I surviveda restless night's sleep with my muse beside me. I'd rebuilt the pillow blockade. My stacking skills must have been better than Jack's as the wall stood the whole night. I woke up on my side, Jack woke on his. I debated if that was a good or bad thing. It had felt really, really good waking up sprawled across him. Having a foot of pillows between us wasn't the same at all.
I'd stayed up late working on my ridiculous story and slept fitfully, dreaming about a romance hero ravishing a buxom beauty in the cabin of a steamship. The dream, the hot man in the bed with me, regardless of the pillow wall, and his plan to break down my sexual defenses, left me hot and bothered and tired. And longing for a spanking, a little nipple clamp action and a few man-induced orgasms.
While I finished up the work at his uncle’s house, Jack spent the morning with the electrician or on the phone yelling at someone, most likely in Miami. He stormed off saying he was going to pick out light fixtures and counter material at the local hardware store before he lost his mind. Being out of his line of fire was fine by me.
Based on his phone call, he would be flying out the next day. I tried to protect my heart from that moment. I'd enjoyed his company these past few days, glad we cleared the airabout the whole Violet incident. But I would miss him. Okay, understatement of the year. I’d adjust. Hell, I’d been missing him for a decade and gotten along just fine.
