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His lips twitched acknowledging the lie he told her as his lips captured hers in a deep kiss that drove the terror and panic from her body, replacing it with lust and something she wasn’t willing to accept. He rolled her so she was pinned beneath him and she welcomed the weight of his hard body pressed to her. The evidence of his desire for her pushed into her where she needed relief the most. His hand swept down her hip and up her thigh, pushing the silky fabric of her long skirt up, the callouses on his hands from the work he did lighting up her skin with need.

His tongue licked at her lips, and she opened for him, loving the way Jack kissed her, as if it was his sole focus and not as a means to an end as some men did. He seemed to be in no hurry to move things along, just enjoying his mouth and hands on her, but Astrid felt an ache build between her legs.

The need to feel his hands and mouth on other places on her body grew with every swipe of his tongue until she was a mass of writhing desire against him. “Jack, please, I need you.” Her hands ran over his chest, feeling the slight tickle of hair under her fingertips, the ridges of muscle she wanted to taste.

“What do you need, firefly?”

Her hands smoothed over his abdomen, and felt his belly quiver as he growled against her lips, which was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. Her fingers clutched at his belt, and he pressed against her, trapping her fingers from moving.

“No. If you touch me now, my control will be shot and this will be over.”

Her retort died in her throat as he rolled partially off her, his fingers finding the band of her panties, sliding under the edge and skimming her pussy lips before he moved his thumb directly over her clit and rolled, forcing her head to hit the pillow behind her and her eyes to close.

“Open your eyes, Astrid.”

She forced her eyes open as he continued to drive her closer to the edge with his fingers. His free hand pressed into her lower belly as his fingers pushed into her and curled as they rubbed against the sensitive spot, sending her over the edge. Her climax pulsed through her on a wave of pleasure so consuming she felt her whole body jerk.

Jack held her eyes which contained a dark, stormy intensity that wrapped around her, and she knew she’d been right—this man could devastate her, but it was too late. She wasn’t prepared to walk away now without finding out what it could be.

Her breathing finally settled and, as if her mind was coming back from a faraway place, she remembered Jack’s shoulder. She sat up fast, almost hitting him in the face before he dodged out of the way, gasping between his teeth.

“Oh my God, I’m so selfish. You got shot saving me, and you end up soothing me and making me, well, you know…”

His lips twitched as he sat up on the bed. “Made you what?”

Astrid scowled at him as she straightened her skirt. “You know what.”

“Yeah, I’d say from the flush over your skin, everyone will.”

“Jack,” she warned as she swung her legs to the floor and watched him stand and grab a shirt from a hanger in the wardrobe. Standing, she moved to help him put it on, sliding his shoulder into the fabric and doing the buttons up for him as he rested his hands lightly on her hips.

“For the record, that wasn’t selfish, that was fucking spectacular.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t deny that, but you got nothing from it.”

“Oh, I definitely got something. I got to watch you come, and that’s the best medicine I’ve ever had. That vision, the memory of your breathy sounds in my ear, and the taste of your lips will sustain me for the rest of the day until I can do it again.”

“Confident, aren’t we?” She was teasing, he had every right to be confident at this point. She felt like she was a sure thing.

His lips skimmed her neck, finding her pulse and sucking gently, not enough to leave a mark but enough to drive her crazy. “I want you in my bed, Astrid.”

She tried not to let the fact he only said bed disappoint her. He’d been nothing but honest from the start it was all he was offering. “Okay, Jack.”

She kissed his lips as a knock on the door came, and he took her hand.

“Time to find out what happened.”