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smooth skin. His smile faded as he breathed deeply.
Arousal slammed through his body.
    “You had to lie on top of me to ask how I enjoyed lunch?”
she whispered, staring back.
    “No but I had to lie on you to do this.” He bent his head
and kissed her lips softly and gently. He needed more and kissed her harder,
forcing her mouth open and exploring her with his tongue. She tasted so good,
like cinnamon, and her lips were so soft. Their tongues danced together and he
placed his hands on either side of her head. He pulled back and peered into her
eyes.
    “I want you so badly, I can’t help myself. I want to be
inside you so badly, Rory.”
    Rory looked into his eyes and he silently implored her to
let him continue. After a long moment, she ran her hands down his muscular
back, not stopping until she squeezed his ass. He moaned and captured her mouth
hard, his body melding, his hips rocking into hers.
    He shifted his knee between her legs. He lifted her
shoulders and quickly peeled off her coat, tossing it away. He kissed her, heat
transferring between their bodies, and she lifted her hips, squeezing him
between her legs. His hard cock throbbed to be inside her, but he held himself
back. His hand smoothed over her neck and collarbone and his mouth followed. As
he sucked and nipped at her skin, his hand palmed her breast through her silk
blouse. Her body arched and she let out a breathless moan.
    He kissed her hungrily and urgently. His thumb ran circles
around her nipple as he gently squeezed. Her body bowed and she ran her hands
up his back to his shoulders. His hands went to the buttons of her blouse,
expertly freeing them and laying it wide open. He gazed down at her creamy
satin bra, her pink flushed nipples showing through thin lace.
    “God you’re so sexy,” he breathed with wonder in his voice.
    He freed her breasts from the lace cups and she took a deep,
shaking breath. His blood pounded in his ears and he hoped she wanted this as
much as he did. He wanted his hands and mouth on her body. He moved to her
nipple and sucked the pink tip hard. She gasped and jerked as his fingers
teased and pulled on the opposite nipple.
    Her hands caught in his hair and she pulled and tangled the
thick locks in her fingers. He liked that almost as much as the taste of her
skin. She breathed deeply and he felt her muscles tense. He moved to the other
nipple and his hand trailed to her belly. He pulled her blouse out of her skirt
and moved underneath the waistband, splaying his hand out over her belly, his
fingertips landing next to her hip bone. He felt roughened skin and traced the
area with his fingertips. She shot up, grabbing the back of the sofa with one
hand and pushing hard on his chest with the other. He immediately backed off
and looked into her eyes.
    “What’s wrong?” he whispered breathlessly.
    She moved to a sitting position, resting her elbows on her
knees, her face in her hands. Her open blouse hung out of her skirt and she
tried to get her labored breathing under control. After a long moment, she
looked at Jackson with an anxious smile.
    “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not ready to do this tonight.”
    “I’m sorry, Rory.” He was quiet for a moment, wondering how
much her reaction had to do with him feeling that scarred area by her hip. “To
be honest, I’m having a really strong reaction to you and I’m having a hard
time resisting what I’d like to do to you.” He looked into her eyes, trying to
gauge exactly how badly he had just fucked this up. Was there anything to fuck
up? He thought she had been feeling it.
    “What would you like to do to me?” she whispered, heat in
her eyes. She shook her head. “On second thought, don’t answer that. Some
things are probably best left unexpressed.”
    She walked into the kitchen, buttoning her blouse. She
opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of water. She closed her eyes and
held the bottle curled against her chest, taking a breath. He watched