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“No.” It was just after eight in the morning in Paris. She’d been traveling for nearly ten hours, but now that she was alone with Jack, all she wanted was to bridge the physical gap betweenthem.
He nodded and crossed the room to stand in front of her. He looked down at her for a long moment, then slid a hand into her hair and tipped her head. This time when his mouth closed over hers there was norestraint.
The kiss buckled her knees and she locked her arms around his neck and molded her body to his, matching the sweeping exploration of his tongue as his cock pressed against herstomach.
He pulled away all at once and looked down at her face with naked longing. When he spoke, his voice was anguished. “I was afraid I’d never do thatagain.”
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled back herhead.
She gasped when he lowered his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses down her throat and stopping at the well between hercollarbone.
He reached for the tie on her blouse and pulled. The silk unfurled, her chest cool as the air hit the newly revealedskin.
His eyes were hooded as he lowered his gaze to take in her cleavage. He let go of her hair and stepped back, putting a couple of feet betweenthem.
“Take off your clothes,Nina.”
She didn’t hesitate to work the buttons on her blouse, but this time she knew why she was obeying: because she wantedto.
She thought briefly of his expression the first and only time they’d had sex the year before. It had been indecipherable, but she wondered if she simply hadn’t known him. There was no mystery in his fevered gazenow.
It was allhunger.
She finished with the buttons and shrugged the blouse to the floor. Then she kicked off her shoes, unfastened her pants, and slid them over her hips. She didn’t wait for his instructions to unhook her bra and slip it off her shoulders or to dispense with the thongunderwear.
There were some things she remembered about Jack. He would want hernaked.
He looked at her for a long moment. The blackout curtains in the suite were closed, the room so dark it might have been midnight. Somewhere beyond the hotel, Paris was stirring to life, the sun rising over the storiedcity.
Here there was only the two of them. A world built fortwo.
He walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer. When he straightened, he was holding a length of rope in hishands.
She had no idea how it had gotten there, could only assume it had been prearranged along with the clothing and toiletries, but she knew she didn’t wantit.
She walked toward him and took the rope from his hands. “Not this time,Jack.”
He bowed his head. “There are some things I can’t change, Nina.” His voice wasrough.
She threw the rope on the floor and took his head in her hands. “I’m not asking you to. I just need to know that you can want me withoutit.”
Surprise lit his eyes. “Is that what you think? That I don’t want you without aprop?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “but I need to know. And tonight I touch you when I want to touchyou.”
She lifted her hands, finished unbuttoning his shirt, and pulled it off his arms. She unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops on his pants with asnap.
He smiled when she reached for hiszipper.
She dispensed with his pants and his cock sprang free, as thick and perfectly formed as she remembered. She ran her hands up his chest, over his pecs and across his shoulders. She was working her way back down, her fingers skimming over his abs when he lifted her off thefloor.
The contact of his bare skin on hers was almost painful, a welcomeburn.
He tossed her onto the bed, and she scooted back and propped herself up on her arms as she looked up athim.
He kneeled between her knees and spread her legs, his gaze combing her body, lingering on hersex.
She’d sometimes wondered if Jack had been as exciting as she remembered, if she’d wanted him as much as she thought she did or if it had all been an illusion, a product of her years with Peter when her sexuality had laindormant.
