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precisely because he looked so rough. It bothered Metal, but it had never bothered Jacko. He lived in a world of men and exited it long enough to fuck, then went right back in.
    Inviting a woman into his world hadn’t really occurred to him. Only now that he wanted Lauren, he realized that though he wanted this like he wanted his next breath he was opening up a real hornet’s nest, because men and women didn’t speak the same language.
    Lauren thought he was indifferent to her and every man at ASI knew his dick was dragging the floor following her around.
    By the same token, women’s words all seemed to mean something different. It was going to be a problem, which he was definitely going to tackle after he’d had Lauren about a million times and got this major wood out of his system. Maybe two million times.
    He took the hand he’d unclamped from the wall and placed it under her elbow. He touched only cloth, which was probably a good thing. Because right now? He wanted to throw her to the ground and jump on top of her.
    Don’t fuck this up
, he told himself.
    He moved away, every cell in his body stiff, directing her by his hand on her elbow. He drew her away from the wall. “Jacko?” she said, making the word a question.
    “I thought we could—we could take this to the bedroom.” He looked at her carefully. She wanted to fu—to make love. They should be in a bed for that because though for him up against the wall, down on the floor, bent over the sofa, naked in a field of snow—all those worked for him, Lauren was a lady and he wanted her to be comfortable, and that meant a bed.
    Didn’t it?
    Hell if he knew. Nothing about any of this was familiar to him.
    “Bedroom,” he repeated, whole sentences now beyond him. The house was small and he had an excellent sense of space. Though he’d only been in the living room and the big room where she worked, he knew where the last room was, though he’d never been inside. But having her lead him there would again put some control in her hands.
    Her head tilted. “That way.”
    Yep. That way. He nudged her across the room, down the corridor, stopping at the threshold of her bedroom. There was a little light filtering through the snow from the streetlight outside her bedroom window. Bed, chest of drawers, rocking chair. But it wasn’t those that told him he was in the right room—it was the smell. The whole frigging room smelled like her skin. Fuck.
    He couldn’t do this and not breathe; that wouldn’t work. But every time he took in a breath it was as if he breathed in Lauren.
    He walked her to the bed, stopping just short of it, feeling as if he were strapped with bricks of C4, just about to detonate. Lauren was looking up at him and in the dim light she seemed unearthly, some shimmering creature sent to earth to torment him. Beautiful, magical, unattainable.
    She reached up on tiptoe again and kissed him, moving her mouth over his, tasting him. Not unattainable, no. But still beautiful and magical.
    Jacko cupped her head with his hands, soft warm hair tumbling over them, and deepened the kiss, sliding his mouth over hers, tasting her, breathing through her. She curved her hands over his wrists, anchoring him, as if he might run away.
    No, he wasn’t going anywhere.
    He lifted his head, looking down at her, her skin glowing in the semidarkness like a pearl. His body was split into two. Above the waist he could just stand here forever, looking at her face. Below the waist his dick was screaming—
get going you asshole! What are you waiting for?
    A sign. That’s what he was waiting for. A sign that her excitement was one billionth of his.
    He kissed her again, slow and deep, raising his head just a little, feeling her breath wash over him. Her eyes were closed, mouth a little swollen.
    “Jacko,” she whispered.
    Okay. That was a sign. Wasn’t it?
    He let go of her head, lightly ran his palms over her shoulders, down her sides to her narrow waist, touched the