view. Jack had one of the best butts I’d ever seen on a man. It was bite-worthy. His body tapered from that amazing butt to a narrow waist and then back out to his strong back and thickly muscled shoulders and arms.
Jack suddenly turned and caught me drooling over him. His eyes flared hot amber for a second, and I dragged in a shaky breath. The man was sex personified, and I’d been pretending it was perfectly innocent to let him sleep over at my house—in my bedroom. I was finally going to have to admit to myself that I needed some distance, or else I was going to take a flying naked leap at him and climb right up all that gorgeous, muscled perfection.
My nipples got hard just thinking about it, and he was a man and a predator, so he definitely noticed.
He abruptly hung up the phone and prowled over to me, all tall, bronze deliciousness.
“Tess, if you keep looking at me like that, we are not going to get out of this house today,” he said, his voice low and rough in a way that sent shockwaves through my poor , sex-deprived body. “Maybe for the next three days.”
For the life of me, I couldn’t come up with a single reason why that would be a bad thing.
My phone rang.
“Ignore it,” Jack commanded.
“Ignore what?”
The phone stopped ringing.
He pulled me up out of my chair, scary hair, morning breath, and all, and gently cupped my face with his hands. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed. “Now is good.”
My cellphone started ringing again, except this time my house phone and Jack’s phone both started ringing, too. It was a cacophony of bad freaking timing.
I tried to smile. “Saved by the bell?”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I think not.”
Then he kissed me, and my mind disintegrated. Oh, holy hormones, the man could kiss. He’d kissed me before, but he’d been drunk. That had still been a good kiss, but this was a stratospherically good kiss. He pulled me into his arms and kept kissing me, taking my mouth with heat and barely leashed ferocity, and the world and all the ringing phones in it disappeared.
Nothing was left but Jack. The feel of his hot, hard body against me. The taste of his mouth. That tantalizing scent of green forest with a hint of something sharp and spicy and masculine that was all man. All Jack.
When he finally raised his head, I inhaled a couple of long, shaky breaths.
“Wow. You… I…This…”
His arms tightened around me, but a shadow of something dark crossed his eyes. “Yes. You . This . I’m not sure why that happened. I won’t apologize, because I’m not sorry, but I sure as hell didn’t expect that. ”
I didn’t know how to take his words, so I started to get girly and neurotic, but then I mentally slapped myself and smiled at him instead. “At least the phones stopped ringing.”
Jack looked around, with a dazed expression on his face. “They did?”
Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling neurotic at all. I’d knocked him just as off-balance as he’d done to me, and wasn’t that interesting? I wanted to sing, but I refrained, because my singing has been known to cause dogs to howl, flowers to die, and inanimate objects to run screaming out of the vicinity, as more than one person had told me.
This was a little bit hurtful, but possibly true.
“Jack—”
The phones started ringing again, and somebody started pounding on my front door.
“Somebody really wants to reach us,” Jack said, not moving an inch or showing any sign of letting me go.
“Great. I get to be the sensible one. I’m so not cut out for that role,” I said, sighing.
The pounding at the door sounded again, and this time whoever it was started yelling my name.
“Do you want to get that while I get dressed?”
Jack’s gaze travelled slowly down my body and then back up to my face. “I’d rather help you get dressed and we ignore the idiot on the porch.”
He pulled me even closer, and I realized that the hardness I was feeling meant that a certain
Jack suddenly turned and caught me drooling over him. His eyes flared hot amber for a second, and I dragged in a shaky breath. The man was sex personified, and I’d been pretending it was perfectly innocent to let him sleep over at my house—in my bedroom. I was finally going to have to admit to myself that I needed some distance, or else I was going to take a flying naked leap at him and climb right up all that gorgeous, muscled perfection.
My nipples got hard just thinking about it, and he was a man and a predator, so he definitely noticed.
He abruptly hung up the phone and prowled over to me, all tall, bronze deliciousness.
“Tess, if you keep looking at me like that, we are not going to get out of this house today,” he said, his voice low and rough in a way that sent shockwaves through my poor , sex-deprived body. “Maybe for the next three days.”
For the life of me, I couldn’t come up with a single reason why that would be a bad thing.
My phone rang.
“Ignore it,” Jack commanded.
“Ignore what?”
The phone stopped ringing.
He pulled me up out of my chair, scary hair, morning breath, and all, and gently cupped my face with his hands. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed. “Now is good.”
My cellphone started ringing again, except this time my house phone and Jack’s phone both started ringing, too. It was a cacophony of bad freaking timing.
I tried to smile. “Saved by the bell?”
Jack’s eyes narrowed. “I think not.”
Then he kissed me, and my mind disintegrated. Oh, holy hormones, the man could kiss. He’d kissed me before, but he’d been drunk. That had still been a good kiss, but this was a stratospherically good kiss. He pulled me into his arms and kept kissing me, taking my mouth with heat and barely leashed ferocity, and the world and all the ringing phones in it disappeared.
Nothing was left but Jack. The feel of his hot, hard body against me. The taste of his mouth. That tantalizing scent of green forest with a hint of something sharp and spicy and masculine that was all man. All Jack.
When he finally raised his head, I inhaled a couple of long, shaky breaths.
“Wow. You… I…This…”
His arms tightened around me, but a shadow of something dark crossed his eyes. “Yes. You . This . I’m not sure why that happened. I won’t apologize, because I’m not sorry, but I sure as hell didn’t expect that. ”
I didn’t know how to take his words, so I started to get girly and neurotic, but then I mentally slapped myself and smiled at him instead. “At least the phones stopped ringing.”
Jack looked around, with a dazed expression on his face. “They did?”
Suddenly, I wasn’t feeling neurotic at all. I’d knocked him just as off-balance as he’d done to me, and wasn’t that interesting? I wanted to sing, but I refrained, because my singing has been known to cause dogs to howl, flowers to die, and inanimate objects to run screaming out of the vicinity, as more than one person had told me.
This was a little bit hurtful, but possibly true.
“Jack—”
The phones started ringing again, and somebody started pounding on my front door.
“Somebody really wants to reach us,” Jack said, not moving an inch or showing any sign of letting me go.
“Great. I get to be the sensible one. I’m so not cut out for that role,” I said, sighing.
The pounding at the door sounded again, and this time whoever it was started yelling my name.
“Do you want to get that while I get dressed?”
Jack’s gaze travelled slowly down my body and then back up to my face. “I’d rather help you get dressed and we ignore the idiot on the porch.”
He pulled me even closer, and I realized that the hardness I was feeling meant that a certain
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