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“Davina?” she said.
Davina bit her bottom lip making a sound escape from his chest that he’d never heard before. It was part animal, part desperation.
“Um,” Davina said, “maybe it isn’t such a good idea for you to stay the night after all.”
Everything within Jack stilled. He was about to scream – no, not again. When Marianne spoke.
“I’ll see you in the morning then,” she said.
There was a look between the women. They were talking in a silent code that only they understood.
“Thanks, Mar,” Davina said as she flushed red.
Marianne picked up her bag and coat.
“As for you,” she told Jack as she passed him. “You owe me for that blouse.”
She walked to the door.
“And,” she said with an evil glint in her eye, “if you upset my friend you better take to sleeping with the light on, because I’ll come after you.”
Then she was gone.
Jack stared at the closed front door for a minute, still standing with Davina wrapped around him.
“She is one scary lady,” he said.
“Shut up and kiss me,” Davina ordered.
It was all he needed to hear.
Davina had lost her mind and she wasn’t sure she would ever find it again. One minute she’d been mad at Jack because the imbecile had cost her the only cameraman she knew, and then she was mad at Jack because he was always around making her want him when she knew it was stupid to want him. Dangerous to want him. He was dangerous. Tall, dark and deadly. Every cliche that American TV producers tried to cram into their shows. And she wanted him. Badly.
Now.
She couldn’t get enough of his mouth. A day’s worth of stubble assaulted her chin as she licked his lips. Her face would be red raw in the morning. She didn’t care. He took a step up the stairs but stumbled. A grunt of frustration escaped him. Davina clung on tight. Another step. Another stumble.
“Stuff this,” Jack said.
He sat her on a step then knelt between her knees. Davina leaned backwards feeling the cool wood of the old staircase bite into her back. She watched as Jack, dark-eyed and serious, slid his hands up her thighs.
“We’re doing this,” he said.
She wasn’t sure if it was a question or an order. She nodded anyway.
“Right answer.”
He leaned in, swept her hair and blouse away from her shoulder and bit the muscle he liked so much. It sent electrical currents shooting through her body and she moved towards him. He slipped a hand behind her to the small of her back and p
ulled her up into him. His lips trailed down her neck to the rise of her breasts.
“This is seriously ugly underwear,” he mumbled against her skin.
It took a second for his words to make it through the haze that her overloaded senses had caused in her brain. Davina looked down at herself and started to giggle.
“Passion killers,” she told him.
Her sturdy white bra looked like something an old woman would pack for a hospital visit, and peeking out above the waistband of her skirt was the top of her huge white knickers.
