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continued to roam her backside, sure fingers smoothing a searing path across the firm curve of her cheeks. Cupping the back of her right thigh, Jack tugged and Ali willingly complied, wrapping her leg around his hip and pushing herself harder against the rigid heat of his arousal.
    His engorged length was like steel, straining at the material of his jeans. Before she could stop herself, her hands slipped from his hair and dragged down his torso to find his throbbing heat through the taut denim of his jeans, to feel its unyielding solid form under her fingertips.
    She wanted him inside her. She wanted to take his strength into her. Be nourished by it.
    His right hand left her buttocks, sliding over her hip and under her T-shirt. Over her bare rib cage. The contact of his palm on her flesh was a scalding brand, leaving her aquiver with want. When his fingers found her breast, her nipple, she moaned, the sound unlike any she’d heard from her own lips.
    Heat pooled between her thighs, wet and exquisite. Jack dragged the pad of his thumb over the aching point of her nipple and shots of concentrated pleasure stabbed straight to her soul. She sucked in a sharp breath, pushing harder against the burning rod of his arousal. Damn it, she wanted more.
    And so did Jack. With savage speed, he grabbed at the collar of her shirt with both fists and tore the thin cotton material apart.
    His eyes feasted on her exposed breasts, a scalding inspection so potent it was almost a physical touch. Her nipples scratched against the lace of her bra with wicked friction and Ali’s heart leapt away from her. She stared up into his face, drowning in the unforgiving desire she saw in his gaze. It flooded her with new passion and her panties grew wet. Threading her fingers into Jack’s thick hair, she tugged gently on his head, arching her back to meet his lips.
    His tongue found her nipple first, flicking at the aching nub through her bra before he closed his mouth around it entirely. Ali closed her eyes and dropped her head back, consumed by waves of liquid heat rolling through her core. She let Jack’s teeth and tongue take her to a place she remembered so thoroughly and longed for so completely.
    Oh, Jack, yes…
    Jack’s hands roamed her body, squeezing and cupping the curve of her buttocks through her shorts, even as his lips roamed her breasts. A growl low in his throat told her he was as impatient as she with the constricting material, and she wriggled her hips, giving his fingers access to her fly.
    The sound of the short zip filled the room and her heart hammered faster.
    The balmy night air kissed her newly exposed belly just as Jack continued to kiss the throbbing swell of her breast.  
    “Christ, Ali,” he murmured, dragging his lips up to her ear and nipping the lobe with his teeth. “If this is what I get when you lose, there’s not a hope in hell I’m gonna let you win.”
    Ice filled Ali’s veins, freezing her heart and sucking the air from her lungs. “What?”
    Jack raised his head, looking down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “You won’t win.” He paused. “But you knew that all along.”
    She stared with dawning horror at the man still holding her, his hands so intimately touching her. “Let me go.”
    Lord, he was still squeezing her breast. He was still—
    “Let me go, Jack.”
    She shoved hard on his chest, stumbling backward a step when he suddenly released his embrace. Her breath strangled and she tugged at her shirt, yanking its torn neckline across her torso in an attempt to cover her straining breasts. Hands trembling, she shoved the shirt’s hemline into the waistband of her shorts and jerked up her fly.
    Jack’s eyes narrowed. The muted-down lights of the room cast his face in soft shadows. “What’s going on, Ali?”
    She lifted her chin, glaring at him. “Why do you think I came here?” She fought to keep her voice level. Her lips still throbbed from his kiss and she