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He released her and took a couple of steps away, his face strangely impassive. Not exactly the reaction she was expecting. Fear that she had made a huge mistake rocked her, but she’d already come too far to bow out gracefully.
“I mean it,” she protested.
“What changed your mind? My erudite opinions on modern art?”
“Let’s just say I didn’t sleep well last night,” she said, hoping he understood.
“I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since I met you either, Lili.” He looked perturbed. “And the press stuff? You're all right with that?”
Hell no. “I want to do this.”
He hauled a deep breath and stared at her, his eyes stark and unfathomable. Still no smile.
If anything, he appeared relieved. “I can’t guarantee that being with me will be a walk in the park, Lili. But know that I’ll do everything in my power to protect you.”
“Do you promise?” she asked, not because she needed confirmation or even because she believed he could possibly do that. No, she wanted to hear how his voice roughened when he got his caveman on.
His eyes darkened and her panties dampened. Oh, yes.
“Anyone who fucks with my woman will have me to answer to.”
She had a mini-orgasm on the spot.
His face was awash with fluttering thoughts as he worked something out. “I have to travel for the next few days, but for our first date, I'll take you anywhere you want. London, Paris, Rome. You name it.”
London, Paris, Rome...oh, my. “Well, there's this hot dog place I know,” she said.
His mouth twitched. “Sounds classy.”
“Sometimes I'm so classy I can't stand myself. Best chili dog in Chicago. Duck fat fries. All night bar.”
“So you liquor me up, ply me with encased meats, and I suppose you're expecting to get lucky?”
Leaning in, her lips brushed against his stubbled jaw on the way to his ear. “It's a pretty awesome hot dog, Jack.”
He laughed, a deep rumble that heated her blood and made her heart brim over. This was the Jack she was crazy about. Plumb crazy.
Now that they were dating—oh God, she had agreed to this madness—she felt it was within her rights to touch him freely. Mimicking the guided tour he had given of his body last night, she trailed her hand against his chest and paused as his nipple stiffened under his touch. When she bordered his waistband, he halted her explorations with a hand tight over hers and raised her wrist to his lips.
Hallelujah.
“A little self-control, sweetheart.” He placed a scorching, open-mouthed kiss on her pulsing wrist.
Every cell in her body sparked to life and warmth rushed to where his mouth lay. Tingles fired down her arm. Heat raced to her cheeks. The whole shebang.
“I love when you blush, Lili. When your lips part—” On cue, they did just that and she sucked in an emergency breath. “I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you looked when you came for me last night.”
Speaking of coming… “When does the taping start?” she asked. Begged.
He made a low, needy sound in her ear. “Not enough time, love.”
“I don’t mind if it’s fast. Fast can be hot.” Desperate much? She flicked her tongue along his jaw. “So hot.”
More sexy rumbling noises ensued. “What I have in mind for you is going to be tortuous and slow and will take the whole night. In short, we’re going to need a bed.”
After a mind-blowing kitchen table orgasm with gelato as foreplay, now he was reverting to traditional?
“Beds are overrated,” she murmured.
