Free Dangerous Surrender by Carrie Kelly

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    But my fears and self-esteem, or lack there of, wouldn’t let me.
    And he’s looking at you – judging you -- just like Steven did.
    Then he took my shoulders and turned me around, placing the washcloth in my hand. “I’ll let you finish up,” he said with a delectable smirk.
    My cheeks were so flushed he probably didn’t notice my blush. “Are you going to watch?”
    “Do you want me to, Mattie?”
    “You – you drive me crazy, Jack! Can’t you take the slightest hint?” I grumbled and threw the cloth at his face. It landed with a satisfying splat, the soapy material slipping over his skin.
    Gapping, I put my hand to my mouth. Why didn’t he catch the damn thing?
    For a moment it was so quiet the sound of buzzing fluorescent lights and the creak of insects in the jungle filled the air. Jack broke the silence with a rich rumble of laughter. His chest shook with it, and he pulled the cloth from his face and rubbed if over his own body.
    “If you insist. I guess I’ll have to stay.”
    “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
    “Well, maybe I pick up hints you don’t realize you’re dropping,” he said.
    What should I say to that ? Picking up the soap, I finished bathing and turned on the shower. At least the cold water cleared my desire filled mind, chilled my lust hot body – if just for a moment.
    “What hints?” I finally asked and grabbed my towel.
    Jack caught my hand before I wrapped it around my dripping body. “This,” he groaned, and ran a finger over the slick heat of my sex.
    I bit my bottom lip, but the gasp escaped my mouth regardless. How’d he do that to me with one caress?
    “You give into me every time, Mattie. Your body comes alive with the slightest touch no matter what you say. Even your lips love me – why does the rest of you resist?”
    “It’s not a good idea, Jack. You’re a – you know – and I’m still getting over Steven so --” Whatever I was going to say died in my throat.
    Jack’s sharp blue eyes bored into me. His soap slick flesh, mere inches from mine, radiated passion so scorching it burned.
    How could I stand up to him when he looked at me like that?
    “This has nothing to do with my job or your ex-fiancé and you know it, Mattie. No matter what I do, you pull away from me. Always. Why?”
    “Shouldn’t you rinse off?” I whispered.
    Something flashed across his face in that moment. Hurt? Annoyance? I couldn’t tell.
    His eyes narrowed and he pushed me against the wall, knocking the breath from my lungs. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me why you push me away. Tell me you don’t want me.”
    Sizzling lips brushed mine, his thick forefinger dancing across my clit with velvet smooth motions. The walls of my pussy ached for his entrance, my breasts heaving into his solid chest. The fat head of his engorged cock pressed into my lower stomach, and I balled my hands into fists to keep from touching it.
    I gasped into his mouth. His name rose unbidden to my lips. “Jack. I – I --”
    I can’t say it! I thought and squeezed my eyes shut.
    Suddenly, his finger slid off my sex and his lips kissed mine with the tenderness butterfly wings, and he stepped back.
    “Dry off and get in bed, love.”
    Staring at him, I fought for something to say – something to make the moment right, but nothing came. Tears threatened the corners of my eyes as I bundled up my towel and hurried out of the room.
    First Steven now this. No wonder you can’t keep a man, Tilda!
    Not only that, but I didn’t have a damn thing to wear to bed. After drying off, I draped the towel over the chair and climbed under the covers. The hot night air hung about the room, similar to my mood, but I wasn’t about to push back the thin cotton sheet. It was all I had to protect me from Jack’s judgment.
    Why did I push him away? Jerk! Why did he insist on fucking around with my heart? He was smart, athletic, a goddamn spy! Why would Jack want me –