of an idiot was she? She didn’t deserve to have sex that good. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”
“Wait.”
She kicked aside the bedding, but her legs became tangled in the sheet and she groaned in frustration. “Damn it.”
“Hold on.” Jack stilled her, then untangled her with gentle movements. “We need to talk about this. Don’t go off half-cocked.”
“Half-cocked? No, that wasn’t half-cocked. I would say that was pretty much fully cocked, whichever way you look at it.”
“Erin, we’re partners, in more ways than one, now. Let’s talk this through.”
She took a shuddering breath. “You’re telling me that you still want me to do your interior decorating for you?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Even after…” She gestured toward the rumpled bed around them.
“We signed a contract.”
“I won’t hold you liable, Jack. I was grossly negligent and I will completely understand if you want to tear up the contract.”
“No way.” He cupped her cheek and damn if his mere touch didn’t have her melting toward him. “I was here, too. I hate that you would categorize what’s just happened between us as negligent. It was wild and beautiful and…I can’t describe it and do it justice, but something incredible is happening here.”
Warmth and tenderness filled his gaze. The room blurred and she blinked. Great, all she needed was to go hormonal. He reached for her, the desire bright in his eyes.
She pulled away and searched for her clothes. “I have to go.”
“Wait, Erin, we don’t have to end the night like this.”
“If I don’t leave, we’re just going to end up…” She rolled her hand, indicating the bed.
“We don’t have to. We could…talk.”
“Right.” He stood and her gaze slid over his bare chest. Her pulse raced.
She scrambled from the bed, her clothes in hand, and ran for the bathroom. What the hell was wrong with her? This was so not normal.
J ACK CLOSED HIS EYES and took a deep breath, but still the room spun and his stomach churned. The pain in his abdomen increased and he gripped his belly andmoaned. At least Erin had left before he’d embarrassed himself and gotten sick.
Erin. His mind drifted back over the past twenty-four hours. Had he really just met her yesterday? It hardly seemed possible.
His gut lurched. Bile burned his throat, and he stumbled to the bathroom, making it just in time to empty his stomach into the toilet. He heaved until he had nothing left, and still the spasms wracked him. Shaken and spent, he splashed water over his face, then rinsed his mouth.
Hell, he’d either eaten something that didn’t agree with him or he’d picked up a stomach bug from somewhere. Hopefully he hadn’t gotten Erin sick, too. It was bad enough he’d sent her running from his bed.
How had he let things get so out of control between them? If he’d had to sleep with her, why couldn’t he have romanced her a little first? Memories of the almost wild way he’d taken her rolled over him.
No wonder she’d bolted.
Yet it seemed he lost his head when she touched him. Whatever healing power she had, Erin possessed some strong magic. He’d have to be better prepared when he saw her again—figure out a way to keep more focused.
The queasiness hit him again and he leanedagainst the wall. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. He should call her—make sure she was okay. See if she was speaking to him.
After the way she’d left, chances were she wouldn’t take his calls. Surely once she calmed down she’d remember how incredible it had been between them.
He splashed more cold water on his face, then staggered back to bed, where he collapsed. Rest. He just needed to rest.
His phone rang, but he didn’t move to answer it. His answering machine kicked on and Bobby’s voice sounded over the speaker. “Hey, bro, you there? I need some advice on some investments. What do you think about OTC stocks? Anyway, call me.”
Jack shook his head. He’d call
“Wait.”
She kicked aside the bedding, but her legs became tangled in the sheet and she groaned in frustration. “Damn it.”
“Hold on.” Jack stilled her, then untangled her with gentle movements. “We need to talk about this. Don’t go off half-cocked.”
“Half-cocked? No, that wasn’t half-cocked. I would say that was pretty much fully cocked, whichever way you look at it.”
“Erin, we’re partners, in more ways than one, now. Let’s talk this through.”
She took a shuddering breath. “You’re telling me that you still want me to do your interior decorating for you?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Even after…” She gestured toward the rumpled bed around them.
“We signed a contract.”
“I won’t hold you liable, Jack. I was grossly negligent and I will completely understand if you want to tear up the contract.”
“No way.” He cupped her cheek and damn if his mere touch didn’t have her melting toward him. “I was here, too. I hate that you would categorize what’s just happened between us as negligent. It was wild and beautiful and…I can’t describe it and do it justice, but something incredible is happening here.”
Warmth and tenderness filled his gaze. The room blurred and she blinked. Great, all she needed was to go hormonal. He reached for her, the desire bright in his eyes.
She pulled away and searched for her clothes. “I have to go.”
“Wait, Erin, we don’t have to end the night like this.”
“If I don’t leave, we’re just going to end up…” She rolled her hand, indicating the bed.
“We don’t have to. We could…talk.”
“Right.” He stood and her gaze slid over his bare chest. Her pulse raced.
She scrambled from the bed, her clothes in hand, and ran for the bathroom. What the hell was wrong with her? This was so not normal.
J ACK CLOSED HIS EYES and took a deep breath, but still the room spun and his stomach churned. The pain in his abdomen increased and he gripped his belly andmoaned. At least Erin had left before he’d embarrassed himself and gotten sick.
Erin. His mind drifted back over the past twenty-four hours. Had he really just met her yesterday? It hardly seemed possible.
His gut lurched. Bile burned his throat, and he stumbled to the bathroom, making it just in time to empty his stomach into the toilet. He heaved until he had nothing left, and still the spasms wracked him. Shaken and spent, he splashed water over his face, then rinsed his mouth.
Hell, he’d either eaten something that didn’t agree with him or he’d picked up a stomach bug from somewhere. Hopefully he hadn’t gotten Erin sick, too. It was bad enough he’d sent her running from his bed.
How had he let things get so out of control between them? If he’d had to sleep with her, why couldn’t he have romanced her a little first? Memories of the almost wild way he’d taken her rolled over him.
No wonder she’d bolted.
Yet it seemed he lost his head when she touched him. Whatever healing power she had, Erin possessed some strong magic. He’d have to be better prepared when he saw her again—figure out a way to keep more focused.
The queasiness hit him again and he leanedagainst the wall. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. He should call her—make sure she was okay. See if she was speaking to him.
After the way she’d left, chances were she wouldn’t take his calls. Surely once she calmed down she’d remember how incredible it had been between them.
He splashed more cold water on his face, then staggered back to bed, where he collapsed. Rest. He just needed to rest.
His phone rang, but he didn’t move to answer it. His answering machine kicked on and Bobby’s voice sounded over the speaker. “Hey, bro, you there? I need some advice on some investments. What do you think about OTC stocks? Anyway, call me.”
Jack shook his head. He’d call
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