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involved.”
“Why did you come here?” She plucked a ripe kiwifruit from the platter. She brought the soft little oval to her mouth. With excruciating delicacy, she used her front teeth to break its furry bronze skin and her lips and tongue to peel it back, exposing the gold flesh. Her left cheek dimpled in a tiny grin as she caught a drop of sweet juice on the tip of her tongue.
Jack’s body responded fiercely to her actions. “This isn’t something I do. I don’t allow myself to be seduced by strange women in strange places.”
A tiny smile curled one corner of her mouth. “Am I seducing you?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence, Lina.”
“Certainly not. Although I’m afraid I may prick your ego a bit. I’m not trying to seduce you, Mr. DeVoy.”
“Then why did you come here tonight?” he almost yelled, but only because he wanted so much to feel her lips against his once more.
“Why did you wait for me?” she calmly countered.
He marched toward her. She uncrossed her legs and sat up straighter, expectant. He didn’t stop coming at her until he stood at the table, one of his legs wedged between hers. “You have the annoying habit of answering a question with a question. You should have been a lawyer.”
“Mr. DeVoy—”
“Jack.”
“Jack…” She held his gaze and dared to slide her hands along his shirt front as she stood to face him. “I seduced you last night. I’m here now because it’s your turn to seduce me.”
Jack gritted his teeth, breathing a little heavier through his nose. His hands went to her hips and found handfuls of her filmy skirt. Her soft, citrusy scent whittled away what little willpower he still possessed.
“This isn’t something I make a habit of, Jack.” She swallowed hard, and Jack was pleased to see that she was as intensely affected by their proximity as he. “I saw you in town yesterday and I wanted you.”
He groaned low in his throat. His fingers splayed over her backside and he gave her a short, easy tug that brought her pelvis into contact with his.
“If I see something I want, I go out and get it,” she said quietly. “I’m rather self-centered in that regard.”
“No more than I am.” His words caressed her lips, sending tremors of anticipation through her. She passed her hands over Jack’s unyielding chest and shoulders on her way to threading her fingers through the hair at his nape.
“Welcome to my island, Jack.” Her eyes closed as she caught his lower lip in a kiss. He took a deep breath, inhaling her, reveling in the tropical taste and softness of her mouth. He pushed one hand into her hair and wrapped an arm around her middle, drawing her still closer. She tilted her hips, angling the center of her desire directly against the hard knot behind his fly.
His hungry kisses swept over her face and throat, grazed down to her collarbones and her chest. A distant part of him felt shame—not over the course he’d chosen to pursue with her, but over how desperately he wanted to feel her beneath him and around him. He ached to bury himself in her.
Between the kisses he swept along her jaw line, he mumbled his desires, almost pleading with her.
She unhooked the single fastener at her hip. Her skirt fell away and she draped it across one end of the table, forming a silk tablecloth upon which she became the most tempting treat. Jack eased her onto her back, nibbling his way from her chin to her breastbone, her navel and the neat strip of midnight curls between her legs. He dropped to one knee to kiss her inner right thigh as he guided that leg over his shoulder.
Lina smiled into the night and spread her arms over the table, contentedly offering herself to Jack. She gazed dreamily into the night sky, thrilling in the quickening of her breathing and the rush of her blood.
“I’m going to look at you, Lina.” He spoke to her in a low, almost business-like voice that managed to be incredibly seductive. “And then I’m going to kiss you,
“Why did you come here?” She plucked a ripe kiwifruit from the platter. She brought the soft little oval to her mouth. With excruciating delicacy, she used her front teeth to break its furry bronze skin and her lips and tongue to peel it back, exposing the gold flesh. Her left cheek dimpled in a tiny grin as she caught a drop of sweet juice on the tip of her tongue.
Jack’s body responded fiercely to her actions. “This isn’t something I do. I don’t allow myself to be seduced by strange women in strange places.”
A tiny smile curled one corner of her mouth. “Am I seducing you?”
“Don’t insult my intelligence, Lina.”
“Certainly not. Although I’m afraid I may prick your ego a bit. I’m not trying to seduce you, Mr. DeVoy.”
“Then why did you come here tonight?” he almost yelled, but only because he wanted so much to feel her lips against his once more.
“Why did you wait for me?” she calmly countered.
He marched toward her. She uncrossed her legs and sat up straighter, expectant. He didn’t stop coming at her until he stood at the table, one of his legs wedged between hers. “You have the annoying habit of answering a question with a question. You should have been a lawyer.”
“Mr. DeVoy—”
“Jack.”
“Jack…” She held his gaze and dared to slide her hands along his shirt front as she stood to face him. “I seduced you last night. I’m here now because it’s your turn to seduce me.”
Jack gritted his teeth, breathing a little heavier through his nose. His hands went to her hips and found handfuls of her filmy skirt. Her soft, citrusy scent whittled away what little willpower he still possessed.
“This isn’t something I make a habit of, Jack.” She swallowed hard, and Jack was pleased to see that she was as intensely affected by their proximity as he. “I saw you in town yesterday and I wanted you.”
He groaned low in his throat. His fingers splayed over her backside and he gave her a short, easy tug that brought her pelvis into contact with his.
“If I see something I want, I go out and get it,” she said quietly. “I’m rather self-centered in that regard.”
“No more than I am.” His words caressed her lips, sending tremors of anticipation through her. She passed her hands over Jack’s unyielding chest and shoulders on her way to threading her fingers through the hair at his nape.
“Welcome to my island, Jack.” Her eyes closed as she caught his lower lip in a kiss. He took a deep breath, inhaling her, reveling in the tropical taste and softness of her mouth. He pushed one hand into her hair and wrapped an arm around her middle, drawing her still closer. She tilted her hips, angling the center of her desire directly against the hard knot behind his fly.
His hungry kisses swept over her face and throat, grazed down to her collarbones and her chest. A distant part of him felt shame—not over the course he’d chosen to pursue with her, but over how desperately he wanted to feel her beneath him and around him. He ached to bury himself in her.
Between the kisses he swept along her jaw line, he mumbled his desires, almost pleading with her.
She unhooked the single fastener at her hip. Her skirt fell away and she draped it across one end of the table, forming a silk tablecloth upon which she became the most tempting treat. Jack eased her onto her back, nibbling his way from her chin to her breastbone, her navel and the neat strip of midnight curls between her legs. He dropped to one knee to kiss her inner right thigh as he guided that leg over his shoulder.
Lina smiled into the night and spread her arms over the table, contentedly offering herself to Jack. She gazed dreamily into the night sky, thrilling in the quickening of her breathing and the rush of her blood.
“I’m going to look at you, Lina.” He spoke to her in a low, almost business-like voice that managed to be incredibly seductive. “And then I’m going to kiss you,
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