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for a few more days until she found a commercial kitchen she could rent. She’d never have to see him again. She could walk away. She’d done it before—from a far more involved relationship.
    So why miss out? She liked sex and sex with Jack would be dynamite. The kiss alone told her that. And once done, it was done—there’d be no more wondering. No more day-dreaming. No more distraction. A safe, uncomplicated option.
    He stood still. She knew he was waiting for a word or sign. Not pushing it—understanding her dilemma and leaving it up to her.
    But what decision was it? There was no decision. He was simply irresistible.
    She turned and took his tee-shirt in her fist to keep him close. “Remember what I said about no kisses?”
    “Yes.” His gaze shot straight to her mouth.
    “Forget it.” She rose onto tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.

Chapter Seven
    Kisses. So many kisses—hot and wet. With every lush stroke of his tongue inside her mouth she melted. His hands cupped her face, caressed her neck. His fingers worked into her hair, freeing it from its ponytail. Libby rose higher on her toes, straining to have him closer. His lips traveled down her neck. She inclined her head, offering skin, wanting his touch so much.
    He grew bolder—sliding hands beneath her T-shirt, cupping her breasts, teasing her taut nipples, making them harden more. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted rid of her bra—couldn’t her clothes just evaporate?
    “We can’t do this here,” he said, casting a rigid look around the steel kitchen.
    Hell, that’s right, they were in a kitchen—a bakery where people arrived at three in the morning to start on the bread.
    “I don’t normally do this ,” she panted—suddenly jerked back into reality. She didn’t want complicated. She didn’t want heartbreak. But she did want him .
    “Tonight you do,” he replied. “But not here. My place. Comfort, space, privacy.” He suddenly turned away from her, flinging the rinsed dishes into the dishwasher with supersonic speed.
    Libby couldn’t help smiling. “What about Tom? I thought you didn’t want me to see him?”
    “He’s not there, he’s back at training camp for the last part of his preparations.” Jack was wiping down the counter already.
    “So how’s he getting my muesli?”
    Jack rinsed the cleaning cloth, stowed it and glanced around the sparkling kitchen with a satisfied grunt. “I’m couriering it to him.”
    Oh. They’d have his place to themselves. No interruptions, no distractions. Only privacy—perfect for sex—full on, hard, frantic, glorious sex. She could do that for one night, right? Just because she didn’t want forever, didn’t mean she couldn’t have this now.
    “Come with me.” His words dropped into her ear sending a shiver of anticipation—excitement arrowed to her belly, her whole body squeezed in glee as she leaned into his heat. He took her hand and led her from the kitchen. Every five paces along the footpath—each moment she was about to speak—he stopped and kissed her, his tongue skillfully sweeping away any rising caution.
    Finally in his apartment, they kissed their way to his room. He fingered the hem of her T-shirt, teasing it up—she lifted her arms to help. His fingers worked at her back, and in a second her bra was undone. He slid the straps down her arms until the satin and lace fell to the floor. Standing there bare-breasted—warm summer air whispering over her skin, she looked at him.
    “Libby.” He appeared to have frozen.
    “I have to warn you, it’s been a while,” she blurted.
    He gently bent and kissed her neck, his chuckle muffled against her skin. “You think I didn’t know that?”
    “Smart Alec.” She mock swiped him, but at the last minute softened her blow to caress his cheek. But then she added seriously. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
    He pulled her close so she could feel exactly how aroused he was. “There’s no way you’d ever disappoint.