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“You’rewelcome,” he said, his voice low and husky as he stepped closer to her.Withthe way the light played over the chiseled planes of his face, he looked like some kind of god.Oneshe wanted to drop to her knees and worship.Hetook another step closer. “I’mglad you like it.Icouldn’t let you go without showing it to you.”
Disappointmentshot through her, cold and sharp, and she sagged against the bookshelf behind her.Talkabout whiplash.Shetilted her head back slightly, and then frowned.
“Isthat…mistletoe?” she asked, peering up at the rounded ball of white-tipped greenery.Jacklooked up, a grin spreading across his face.
“Mmmhmm.”
“It’sJanuary12th.”
Hestepped closer, slipping an arm around her waist. “Righton both counts.”
Kissher
Thewords seemed to shiver in the air, butRosaliedidn’t know where they could’ve come from beyond her own imagination.Jackfroze for a second, his gaze roving over her face, lingering on her mouth.
Shelooked up at the mistletoe and then back at him, allowing herself the luxury of sliding her hands up his chest.Theystill had their coats on, but even through the thick layers of fabric, she could feel that he was all hard muscle beneath.
“Well,” she said, practically batting her eyelashes at him.Screwit, she was shooting her shot.Ifhe didn’t want her, he was going to have to stop sending mixed signals and tell her to her face like an adult. “Itistradition.”
Hegrinned at her, a sexy tilt of his lips that had her heart crashing against her ribs. “Can’tmess with tradition,” he whispered in a husky voice, slowly lowering his face towards hers.Sheheld her breath, letting it out on a whooshing exhale when he closed his mouth over hers.
Gonewas any hesitation she’d perceived on his part as he kissed her softly and gently.Hegroaned, his grip on her tightening as he swiped his tongue over her bottom lip.
“Okay?” he asked, pulling back slightly.
“Sovery okay,” she said, curling her fingers into the thick fabric of his coat.
“Good.”
Shemoaned softly as he kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue swiping into her mouth.Herhands skimmed downward, looping around his waist, and she opened for him, wanting more.Sparksshot through her as his tongue slid languidly against hers.Hislips were firm and warm and…perfect.Achingly, beautifully perfect.Itfelt as though the entire evening had been leading up to this moment, whereJackkissed her in a secret room full of books, glowing softly with warm light.
Notjust the evening.Everything.Thisentire snowbound trip.Shecouldn’t explain it.Maybeit was just lust.Maybeit was the fact that no one had kissed her like this—hot and sweet and full of need—in a very long time.
Maybeit wasJack.Shebarely knew him, but she couldn’t deny that she felt drawn to him in a way she didn’t fully understand.
Hestroked his tongue against hers, kissing the absolute daylights out of her.Shemoaned, clinging to him.Hepulled her even more tightly against him, and even through their coats, she was sure she could feel him, hard and long, against her stomach.
Hebroke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, the collar of her coat scraping against his jaw as he kissed the skin there.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmured, kissing his way up to her ear.Hertoes curled in her boots when he scraped his teeth over her earlobe. “Sosoft and sweet.”
“OhGod,” she moaned, the scrape of his teeth over her skin making electricity dance through her. “Upstairs.”
Hepulled back just enough to press his forehead to hers, and she got the distinct impression there was some internal war going on that she wasn’t privy to.
“I…shouldn’t.”
Sherolled her lips inward, frowning slightly as she studied him.Theywere still wrapped around each other, and despite his words, he hadn’t moved to pull away.
“Whyshouldn’t you?”
Hiseyes shot to hers and he shook his head, but he didn’t offer her an explanation.
Sheplaced her palms on his cheeks and kissed him again, intending for it to be short and sweet, but they quickly got swept up in each other’s mouths again, and before long, they were devouring each other, the kiss turning hot and deep.
“I’mnot looking for anything beyond tonight,Jack,” she said, scratching her nails down his neck. “I’mheaded back to the city tomorrow.I’mnot looking for promises or a boyfriend.Youdon’t need to worry about leading me on.”
“I’mnot worried about that.”
