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He’d been beat, until he sat down at his computer to do a quick e-mail check before heading off to bed. It had given him a jolt to see Jane’s name and e-mail address in his inbox, and he hadn’t hesitated a moment in opening the message entitled, “A Bedtime Story.”
What he’d gone on to read had sealed his fate. He knew he wouldn’t sleep until he’d had her, so he’d simply gotten back in his Land Cruiser and driven as fast as he could all the way to Jane’s house.
He rang the doorbell a second time, and a few moments later he saw the curtain in the living-room window move. Then he heard the click of the locks and Jane was standing before him.
She had a towel wrapped around her damp body, and her hair clung to her shoulders in wet ringlets. He caught the scent of mint emanating from her, and an instant erection strained against his jeans.
“Damn it, Jane.”
She assumed a look of wide-eyed innocence. “What’s wrong?”
“I got your e-mail,” he said, his voice becoming strained by his arousal.
He’d imagined maybe finding her still in her street clothes, up late working or drinking coffee or whatever it was writers did. He hadn’t imagined finding her like this, freshly showered and ready to be ravished.
Her lips parted, as if she meant to speak, but he caught the look of arousal in her eyes and knew. She hadn’t been toying with him or joking when she’d sent that message. She’d meant every word of it.
He stepped inside the door, closing the distance between them, and when she closed and locked it, he reached out for her towel and gave it a good tug. The lavender terry cloth fell to the floor, along with Luke’s stomach.
Damned if she didn’t make the most tempting visual offer he’d ever seen. She didn’t even flinch at her sudden nakedness. Instead, she just watched him, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her silence an invitation.
Luke pinned her against the door with his body while his hands snaked around her soft, damp waist and his mouth covered hers. In their kiss he unleashed all the desire that had built up in the last day—especially in the half hour or so since he’d read her message. His tongue brushed past her lips and found hers, and as they gasped and searched and probed, he savored the already-familiar feel of her.
He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, tracing her jaw line with his thumb. “Do you always take a bath this late, or were you expecting me?”
“I actually didn’t mean to send that message. I was going to delete it, but…” She flashed an embarrassed smile. “I accidentally hit the send button.”
Luke caught a glimpse in her eyes of the panic she must have felt upon hitting the wrong button, and he grinned. “Interesting. So you needed a bath to unwind after that?”
“Um, yeah. I guess so.”
An image of her, naked in that king-size tub, flashed in his mind, and the sense of urgency that centered in his groin grew.
“Did you touch yourself?” he whispered.
Jane slid her hands inside his shirt and ran her fingers up his back. “I…tried, but it wasn’t the same.”
When he spoke again, Luke could hear the strain in his voice. “What wasn’t the same?”
“Touching myself—it didn’t compare to you touching me. I tried picturing you, but it wasn’t right, wasn’t what I wanted.”
She found the front of his pants and unfastened them. Then he felt her hands tugging his boxers down, taking him out, gripping him. He closed his eyes and let his head sag, his forehead resting on hers.
“What do you want?” he asked, just to hear the answer from her lips.
“I want you, right here, right now. Inside me.”
Luke slipped one hand between her legs and found her nearly dripping wet—and not from her bath. She hadn’t been kidding about wanting him.
He lifted her up and braced her against the door. And when she wrapped her legs around him, he held her there with his hips and his erection found its home, straining at the entrance. She was so ready he slid right in, and she clung to him as he began to move inside her, going a little deeper each time.
With each thrust, she seemed to melt into him more. Her breath came out in shallow pants, and he watched a look of sheer ecstasy transform her face into one he recognized from the day before. She’d lost all her inhibitions again, changed from Jane the author into wild Jungle Jane, his perfect lover.
Something about their union felt different this time, more intense, more real. His mind nearly numb to all thought, he could only drive himself into her again and again in a frenzy brought on by the sweet sensations of her hot wet flesh encasing him.
