Liza’s body stiffened. “You don’t mind, do you?” After that incredibly intimate
experience, she couldn’t even imagine returning to her own big, empty bed.
“‘Course I don’t mind.” He nuzzled the crook of her neck, his lips brushing the
dewy skin. “Guess I half expected you to run off.”
“Hard to do when you make me weak in the knees. I’m not even sure I can stand at
this point.”
He chuckled again. “Good workout?”
“The best kind. Those meatballs didn’t stand a chance against you.”
Jack’s arms tightened around her. “More than happy to work off your calories
anytime you want, darlin’.”
“I just might take you up on that, considering we have dinner at Pietro’s tomorrow
and I have a lunch date with Ginger there on Monday.”
He shifted behind her and she instinctively rolled backward so she could look up at
him.
“You’re having lunch with Ginger?” He grinned at her, making her very happy
she’d taken an interest in the shop owner and that Jack approved of it.
“Yeah. We’re going to brainstorm some marketing ideas and talk about building a
website for her to go global.”
“Liza,” he said, looking shocked and pleased at the same time. “That’s nice of you.”
“What?” she laughed. “Just because I’m from New York I can’t do something nice
for someone?”
“I didn’t say that.” And that wicked glint flashed in his beautiful blue eyes. “You’ve done some damn nice things for me. To me,” he amended with a lift of his brows.
She was sure her cheeks turned bright pink.
Jack laughed. She might be letting go of the prim and proper prude she’d once
been, but clearly Jack could still make her blush.
“Ginger is a sweet kid,” he said, “and I’m sure she could use a friend like you.”
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“Kid? How old is she?”
“Twenty-four.” He eyed her a minute, then said, “I’m thirty. How old are you,
darlin’?”
Liza grinned at his slick fishing expedition. “Twenty-eight this past January.”
“Hmm. Twenty-eight and never been kissed.” His hand slid between her legs and
his fingers rubbed her clit.
“Jack! Not everyone has your extensive sexual experience.”
“I read a lot of books,” he said as he winked at her.
“Yeah, sure.” She pushed his hand aside and rolled back over. Jack snuggled up
close to her again. “I don’t think Playboy counts.”
He laughed again as he reached over her to snap off the bedside lamp. “I don’t have
a subscription, darlin’, I promise.”
“Just a creative imagination?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” he whispered in her ear. And a thrill of excitement
shimmied up her spine. “But I’m happy to share my thoughts with you.”
As his arms wound around her, one of his large hands cupped her bare breast. She
was just about to call him insatiable, but the thumb that toyed with her nipple sparked yet another fire in her pussy. Damn, she was nothing but a powder keg around this
guy.
“How about you share them with me in the morning?” she suggested as she stifled
a yawn. “You’ve worn me out.”
“I could use a few winks myself,” he said. “But I’ll tell you, sweetheart, it’s damn
hard to lie next to you and not want to make love to you.”
“Come up with something creative and try it on me in the morning.”
“Oh how you challenge me.”
“And you rise to the occasion.”
He chuckled at her double entendre. “I’ll be sure to nudge you when I come up
with something worthy of waking you.”
Her stomach fluttered. “You really expect me to be able to sleep after a comment
like that?”
His warm lips brushed her shoulder and he said, “I’d keep you up all night long,
darlin’, but you have to work in the morning, remember?”
Liza groaned. “Shoot. I picked a fine time to stumble into a job.”
“You’ll be a huge help to Jess. Ever since she inherited the shop, she’s been in over her head. I suspect she’s just now turning enough of a profit to be able to afford some help.”
“I hope I don’t disappoint her.”
Jack was quiet a moment, then asked, “Why would you say that?”
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Liza shrugged. “I don’t know anything about the flower business.”
“Hmm, well…” he mused in a devilish tone. “You were new to oral sex too, and
look how well you took to that.”
“Jack! You are so bad.”
“So are you,” he murmured in her ear before nipping at her lobe, sending lightning
bolts to the heart of her.
“Behave,” she gasped, wondering if she could follow suit.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on sleeping. Being wrapped in Jack’s
embrace, reveling in the warm, strong cocoon he created, made it difficult to think of anything but turning in his arms and persuading him to make love to her again.
But tomorrow loomed too close and she had no idea what she was up against with
her latest adventure.
* * * * *
Indeed, dawn came too early.
The thin slivers of sunlight that penetrated the partially opened slats of the white
Plantation shutters covering Jack’s bedroom windows raced across the room, reaching
the bed. Liza squinted against the glittery rays and burrowed a bit deeper under the
covers. It was a little shocking that the sheet and duvet were still on the bed, given the heat that surrounded her from Jack’s full embrace. But the A/C helped to cool the room and she really did like the comfortable little haven they’d nestled into overnight.
Her shifting, however, made sharp stabs of pain target a few key areas of her body.
She groaned without even realizing it, inadvertently waking Jack.
“What’s wrong?” he muttered into her ear in a groggy, though extremely sexy,
tone. He was still obviously just coming awake, but his erection already pressed against her backside.
“Nothing,” she whispered. “Go back to sleep.”
He snuggled against her and his hard cock seemed to find a cozy home between the
cleft of her ass. She sighed as her newly overactive libido shifted into high gear once more.
When had she become this obsessed with sex?
Oh yeah. The moment she’d laid eyes on the Devil in Blue Jeans.