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purposeful. A sure sign of things to come.
    His hand moved to her hip, fingers pushing up her T-shirt to touch bare skin, his thumb dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.
    This wasn’t the morning’s sleepy confusion, small motions amplified by proximity, curiosity, and Honey’s desperate need to feel something. This was something else entirely. Slow. Thought out.
    Jack Ogden wanted her, and she’d be damned if she didn’t want him back in a way that she couldn’t begin to understand.
    He moved with painful patience. His kisses tasted like the orange juice and coffee he’d been drinking a moment earlier. One arm wrapped around her back to support her while the other reached up under her shirt. His breath caught in his throat when he discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. The pads of his fingers were rough against her delicate skin.
    “Damn.” He tugged the T-shirt off over her head in one quick motion.
    When he kissed her again, she could feel his lips tilting upward into a full smile, and then his mouth began to move down her neck, across her collarbone, until his breath was hot against her breasts.
    His free hand moved between her legs, cupping her through soft denim, then dropping to toy with the frayed edge of her shorts. Searching up underneath.
    Too much fabric between them.
    Her hips jerked forward, desperate for his touch, but he kept teasing her, bringing her closer and closer to the point of pleasure without pushing her over the edge.
    She dug her hands into his back, trying to pull him closer. His desire was hard against her hip. Muscles tensed in his back. His arm tightened around her waist, lifting her up and depositing her on the counter with a thud.
    His mouth never left her breasts.
    His hand moved up to the waistband of her denim shorts, unbuttoning the clasp in one quick motion. The sound of her zipper being pulled down became audible over her panting breath and the passing traffic on the street below.
    “The food’s getting cold,” he said. “You’re going to have to ask me to stop.”
    “Don’t stop.”
    That was all the encouragement he needed.
    He stroked her. Gently at first, then harder. A quick move backward, tugging her shorts off, and then he was back in position.
    His hand slipped under her cotton panties, resting there possessively for a long moment. When he glanced down, his body began to shake with pent-up laughter.
    “Ice cream cones. You really have panties with ice cream cones?”
    “They came in a set. Sweet treats. I have ice cream cones, lollipops, donuts, and muffins. I used to have a pair with strawberry shortcake, but I lost them skinny dipping at the beach.”
    Why was she babbling? This wasn’t the time to be babbling. It was the time to be focusing on the way he made her feel. Special, like she was the only woman in the entire world.
    She closed her eyes, enjoying the way he was touching her. Gently, slowly. A finger pushed its way inside her. She let out a sharp gasp.
    “Jack?”
    “Yes?”
    What did a woman say to a man with his finger on her clitoris?
    You can push my button anytime.
    She felt like she was flying, floating above her body, forced into the air by a wave of pleasure so intense it made everything else simply melt away. He’d been right—sometimes it was better to take things slow. But it wasn’t only his attention to detail that had her feeling like there were fireworks exploding under her skin. It was Jack Ogden. The man she’d wanted but could never have. The fantasy made flesh.
    All her regrets over the years, all her mistakes, and she was finally where she’d always hoped to be. In Jack’s arms. Rocketing toward oblivion.
    “I want you.” Why was he still wearing so many clothes when the only piece of her clothing left was the pair of panties pulled down around her thighs? She grabbed for his T-shirt, giving it a sharp tug and pulling him even closer. “I want you inside me.”
    “Not yet.” His hand moved down, leaving her