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    With a curse, Jack slides one hand in my hair. My eyes are already fluttering closed when that rough whisper has me blinking up at him. “You didn’t answer me before.”
    “A-about what?”
    “Whether you missed me or not.” Jack’s fingers tighten in my hair, a look in his eyes that both scares and excites me. “But I missed you. I always fucking do.”
    He tugs my head back with a possessive growl, his teeth grazing my racing pulse until I’m gasping for air. Those firm lips explore the line of my throat, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. When Jack finally kisses me, I moan into his mouth, my hands twisting in his shirt.
    His tongue is wild and greedy, sliding hotly against mine, full of hunger, need and a touch of anger. Soon I don’t remember what my name is, let alone what the hell I was talking about. My nipples are hard and throbbing and my head is dizzy.
    He pulls back, a satisfied smile curving those lips in the sudden stillness. “Nothing good, eh?”
    “Fuck you, Jack.” I wrap my fingers in damp leather and yank him back down, wiping that smirk right off his face.
    He tastes like the whiskey he just drank, smoky and dark on my tongue. And goddamn him, I want more than a taste. A lot more. As if reading my mind, Jack takes control again, not only of the kiss, but of me.
    Not taking his mouth from mine, he lifts me onto the bar, fitting that taut body between my legs with a masculine groan that makes me shudder. I wrap my legs around his waist, wind one arm around his neck, and slide my fingers into that snow-wet hair, nails raking his scalp lightly. Jack’s hand cups my breast through my sweater, my nipple budding tight against the warmth of his palm. When I arch against him, lights go off behind my eyes.
    I love sex, what I’ve allowed myself to have of it since Jack anyway. The feel of men, the way they smell… Turning me on is nearly as easy as flipping a light switch. If Jack hadn’t broken my heart and my ability to trust anyone with a penis, I’d probably be a terrible slut—and enjoy every damn second of it. As it is, I’ve had a whole lot of fun over the years, but this…with him…it’s a different ball game.
    Hell, it’s an entirely new sport. Every night for the last couple weeks, along with the nightmares, Jack has been haunting my dreams. Those kisses we’ve shared since he returned have awakened memories I’d shoved to the back of my head and buried under piles of dirty laundry. When he seduced me all those years ago, Jack drew me in like a master. I was so young, it was inevitable that he seemed fucking perfect in every move he made.
    I’ve told myself that was why no one else could measure up, but I can’t fool myself anymore. There’s a connection between me and Jack, something dark and sensuous, making me want to give in to this heat, to let it consume me from the inside out. To give him all of me, just like I did before.
    When I got burnt to a damn crisp.
    “Fuck… this . I can’t sleep with you. Dammit, Jack, I won’t.” I get the words out with what’s left of my oxygen, trying to gather my scattered thoughts along with my out-of-control hormones.
    “Not planning on sleeping, princess,” Jack’s growl is right in my ear. “And we don’t need a bed.” He slaps the bar with one hand, making me jump, before he reaches around to cup my ass and yank me up against him. “This will do fine. In fact, taking you on this bar is turning me on like crazy.”
    I can tell. He’s hard and thick, grinding into me. My inner muscles flutter at the thought of tightening down on that delicious cock. Holy horned one, it takes everything I have not to arch against him and deepen that sweet pressure. I want him bad enough it actually hurts, my clit pulsing in time with my racing heart. But I love T&T, it’s kind of what saved me after Jack’s bullshit last time. If things go south again, as they’re practically guaranteed to, do I want to think of him