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before it gets cold.”
    “But– But– How’d she know?” She turned her stunned gaze to him.
    “Haven’t a clue.” He dug his fork into his food and grinned at Elle. “So what movies do you like?”

Chapter 4
    Elle wasn’t sure if it was the wine, the couch, or the company, but she was more relaxed than she remembered being in months. Bringing her glass to her lips, she took a sip of wine as the hunk on screen took his shirt off. She barely managed to swallow without choking. The guy was hot. Ripped muscles glistening with sweat…
    She’d never admit to anyone the only reason she watched action flicks was for the eye candy. Better that everyone thought her testosterone-dominated childhood had developed a love of blow-’em-up, smash-’em-up movies.
    “You want more wine?” Jack asked, indicating her almost empty glass.
    “Mmm…” She thought about the completely empty bottle in the kitchen — then the one they’d left at the restaurant — and decided any more and she’d be crawling home. “Nah. I think I hit my limit three glasses ago.”
    “You don’t have to drive anywhere.”
    “No. But I do need to be able to operate my legs.” She leaned her head back and looked over at Jack. “At this point they’re feeling a little rubbery.”
    He reached over and palmed her thigh. “Doesn’t feel rubbery.”
    Heat shot through her. His hand was large and, placed on her leg like it was, demonstrated just how much bigger he was. He could cover a lot of skin with that hand. If he used both…
    Obviously her reflexes were sluggish, drowned in wine as they were, because before she saw it coming, Jack was kissing her.
    Kissing her until her toes curled.
    Kissing her until her fingers curled in his shirt.
    Kissing her until desire coiled hard and hot in her belly.
    He knew what he was doing too. Knew when to push forward. When to retreat. And when to tangle his tongue with hers so there was nothing on her mind but him.
    Desperate for air, she tore her mouth from his. Panting hard, her eyelids fluttered open, the skin and lashes suddenly too heavy for her to lift with any speed. When her gaze met Jack’s the need burning in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. “We said we weren’t going to sleep together.”
    “No. You said we weren’t. And we’re not.”
    “But—”
    He pressed a finger to her lips. “We’re just going to make out on the couch.”
    If her mind hadn’t been so befuddled from that amazing kiss she might have argued. Except with the hot rush of arousal still zipping through her veins Elle could only nod.
    He grinned before bending closer and taking her mouth with his again.
    Elle wasn’t sure who moved first. Which one of them had twisted so they were lying on the couch — her pinned beneath him. Maybe they’d moved together. They seemed to be in sync. Their mouths mated in a natural rhythm while their hands explored above and below the barrier of cloth that separated them.
    His skin was hot, smooth, the muscles beneath hard and rippling as she skimmed her hands up his back under his shirt. She pushed the material up and out of the way so she could touch every inch of him. And there were so many inches.
    Jack moved his mouth from hers, trailed his lips over her cheek to her ear. “You keep going and we’ll be in trouble.”
    Elle laughed. “From where I’m lying we’re already in trouble.” She raised her hips, pressed against the heated ridge of flesh constrained by his pants.
    He dropped his forehead to her shoulder. “Fuck.”
    Yeah. They were in serious trouble. But she’d meant what she said. She wouldn’t sleep with him tonight. As for tomorrow night or the one after… Well they’d just have to see.
    “Okay. Let’s put the brakes on before we can’t.” Jack levered up on his hands, separating them from the waist up, except the action ground his cock into her sex and both of them shuddered and moaned. “And can’t is about half a second away.”
    Leaping off