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“Just watch me and find out,” she whispered, then stripped out of her clothes, all her clothes, and stood naked in Jack’s bathroom.
She took a cloth and washed herself, then helped herself to some unscented body lotion. She brushed her teeth and slipped on his T-shirt. It fell to just beneath her hips, covering her bottom, but just barely.
Perfect.
Reaching up, she touched a braid. If she left them in, her hair wouldn’t be nearly so everywhere in the morning.
But she wanted her hair loose, not confined, and began the painstaking task of undoing her braids.
When she’d finished, she fingered-combed out her wavy hair. Wild. Crazy. Free.
Perfect.
Because tonight she was going to be wild, crazy, and free.
With Jack.
“You okay in there?”
Cheeks flushing at her thoughts and that she’d taken so long he’d felt the need to check on her, she called, “Fine.”
Opening the bathroom door, she almost bumped into him as he stood just on the other side.
“Oh!”
He caught her shoulders, steadying her.
In her bare feet, he seemed so much taller and she looked up at him, smiled. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He brushed his palms down her arms. “Since you were woken up so bright and early, I suppose you want to hit the sack immediately.”
She glanced behind him at the big wooden bed with its antique-appearing quilt on top. “Hope that’s okay.”
“Anything you want.” But he didn’t move toward the bed, or at all.
“Kiss me,” she ordered, staring up at him to watch the emotions play across his handsome face.
“Taylor—” he began.
“Kiss me, Jack. You said anything I want. I want you to kiss me.”
* * *
Heaven help him, Jack thought. Or just heaven. Because pressing his lips to Taylor’s, tasting her sweetness, was heaven.
“What else do you want?” he asked, lifting his mouth millimeters from hers.
She placed her hands on each side of his face. “You, Jack. I want you. I want you to kiss me, to touch me, to hold me and caress me and make love to me in that big old bed over there, and then I want to sleep in your arms. Is that okay?”
He shook his head, causing concern to fill her pretty brown eyes.
“It would be a travesty to label all that as just okay, Taylor. Okay means mediocre. Nothing about you in my bed would be mediocre.”
Her lips curved into a smile, then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.
Jack could no longer keep his hands still. He traced them over her arms, down her spine, her waist, cupped her bottom.
That’s when he realized.
