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Poppy swung around, staring up at him in the illumination of the porch light she’d left on, her mouth drying out at the vision of tall, dark, and dangerous that he presented.
Jack was dressed in leather riding chaps, jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather vest. His hair was windblown, his expression subtly predatory. She should have been scared out of her wits. But evidently, she didn’t have the common sense for that.
“Can I help you, Jack?” She couldn’t convince herself that he could possibly be dangerous.
She proved it when she turned on her heel and hurried up the steps to the back door. It didn’t even occur to her that he’d follow her.
“You damn sure can,” he muttered as she unlocked the door.
He sounded dangerous, his voice growly, with a rasp she found far too sexy.
She paused then, and was about to turn to him when his hands suddenly gripped her waist and he urged her into the house, following her closely. The door shut firmly behind them, the dead bolt clicking locked.
“Are you insane?” she snapped, slapping at his hands as she pulled away from him, turning on him furiously and staring up at him in the dim light of the kitchen.
“I have no doubt,” he growled, and before she realized his intent, she found herself up against the wall, one big hand in the back of her hair as he pulled her head, the other at her waist to hold her in place, and his lips covering hers.
Poppy gasped, her lips parting, and he took instant advantage of it, his tongue pushing past her lips, licking, stroking against hers as instant, heated pleasure wiped everything but his kiss from her mind.
Her hands were in his hair, the cool, silken strands caressing her sensitive flesh as she let the pleasure surge through her, wiping away the fact that she was certain she didn’t know this man. What she did know at the moment was every fantasy she’d ever had of him, every whisper of his name, as she fought to pleasure herself.
Just as she knew with every beat of her heart that a part of her belonged to him. A part that she could never reclaim.
Damn her.
This wasn’t how he’d intended to kiss her the first time. He’d meant to go slow, easy. To explore rather than ravish. But she’d slapped his hands away from her as though he were some upstart kid.
As though he hadn’t belonged to her from the day she found him hiding in the fucking garbage, shivering with pain and cold, starving for food and desperate for just a moment’s respite from the certainty that his father was going to kill him.
Slow and easy would have been good, he thought hazily, but damn if this wasn’t as good as it got too. Her kiss was hot and sweet, almost innocent as he nipped and sipped from her lips before his tongue drew from the endless heat of hers.
Before he realized her intent, she nipped his tongue, causing him to jerk back and stare into her defiant little face in surprise.
“Say no,” he dared her, holding her still as she squirmed against him. “Say it, Poppy,” he growled as her chin lifted, breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling in panting breaths against his chest. “Say it and I’ll walk away.”
He’d probably sit down and fucking cry worse than a five-year-old girl after being denied a treat. That realization just pissed him off. At himself. Because he hadn’t realized just how much he needed her touch until now.
“You’re acting like a possessive lover…”
“I am a possessive lover,” he assured her, jaw tight as jerked her closer, one hand moving to the softly rounded curve of her ass. “Accept another date, baby girl,” he suggested as he clenched his fingers in the curve. “You’ll find out how possessive I can be.”
Her eyes widened, surprise and excitement vying for dominance in her face.
“You don’t have that right,” she gasped as he pulled the skirt of her dress higher and caressed the back of her thighs.
Damn, her skin was fine.
“I don’t even know you, Jack…” Her voice trailed off as the hand that had been tangled in her hair curved around her breast, then stilled.
Jack couldn’t believe those words had left her lips.
“Well, baby, just let me introduce myself…” he growled, his hand moving from her breast to her jaw, his lips covering hers again.
Didn’t know him, did she? Well, he’d take care of that.
Poppy moaned in rising excitement, the sound uncontrolled as Jack held her jaw open while he kissed her deeper, hotter than ever. His tongue thrust against hers, one arm curving beneath her rear and lifting her closer, causing the snug skirt to slide higher on her thighs, nearly to her hips.
As he kissed her, Jack’s hand roved over her rear, slid beneath the silk thong she wore, and met the thick moisture easing from her vagina. The caresses had her arching closer to him, sensations whipping through her body with a speed impossible to process.
