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the couch, he stood staring down at her through hooded eyes. His cheeks were a slash of red, his lips swollen and wet. Air sawed in and out of his nostrils, raising and lowering his chest in heavy rasps, while his hands fisted at his sides. The shirt she’d untucked hung in front of his zipper, but the erection he sported wasn’t hidden. His length and breadth were clearly visible.
    Elle swallowed.
    Like the rest of him, his cock was big. She’d bet a year’s salary it would be the biggest she’d seen and the need to get her hands on him surged through her. Her fingers flexed. Her pussy clenched. And her tongue slid across her dry lips.
    “Stop.”
    Her gaze darted up to meet his.
    “Don’t look at me like you want to lick me.” He took a step backwards. “I’m trying really hard to abide by your decree. But there isn’t one part of me that doesn’t know I could change your mind in a split second.”
    She didn’t say a word. There weren’t any. Jack was right and they both knew it.
    “I’m going to make us coffee.” He strode from the room and Elle was pleased to see his steps weren’t all that even.
    Drawing in a deep breath she puffed out her bottom lip and blew it out. The air cooled the sheen of sweat on her forehead and ruffled the strands of hair stuck to her face. “Jesus.”
    If Jack hadn’t stopped, they’d be naked by now. She wasn’t ashamed to say she wouldn’t have stopped. But she was disappointed in herself for wanting one thing, but saying another. She wasn’t a prick tease. She’d never been the type to delude herself either. She really wanted to have sex with Jack. He had the potential to be the best she’d ever had, and she was obviously denying both of them by holding out.
    Rolling to the side, Elle got to her feet and hoped her legs would hold. When they seemed to cooperate, she risked a couple of steps. When she didn’t end up crumpled on the floor, she walked towards the hallway and the bathroom.
    She needed a splash of cold water on her face. Maybe a bucket of ice over her head.
    The door stuck as she tried to push it open and no matter how hard she shoved against it, the stupid thing wouldn’t budge further than the three inches it was open. “Dammit.” She slapped the timber, making her hand sting.
    “Use the bathroom off the main bedroom,” Jack called out from the kitchen. “I haven’t fixed that door yet.”
    Great. Just what she didn’t need. She was trying to stop thinking about Jack and sex. Seeing his bedroom — his bed — would only remind her of what she’d purposely deprived them of out of some stupid fear left behind by a guy who didn’t deserve any more of her energy.
    Anger rolled through her. She’d given Gavin her heart. She’d given him her trust. But worse than that, she’d given him power. Power to hurt her even after he’d walked away.
    No more.
    She was a grown woman in control of her mind and body, and if she wanted Jack she should have him.
    * * *
    Jack carried two mugs of steaming coffee to the living room and placed them on the upside down suitcase that served as a table. Elle hadn’t returned from the bathroom so he took a seat, grabbed the remote, and flicked through the channels while he waited. He stopped on a sports network that happened to be playing a motorcycle race. It wasn’t until he heard the commentator mention Roland that he realised it was the class Elle’s brother rode in.
    “Hey, Elle,” he called over his shoulder. “Your brother’s on TV.”
    She didn’t answer, but the race was so engrossing he sat on the edge of his seat. The bikes sped past the cameras, dipped low into the corners, jostled for position, and spun-off into the sand as they fought for the lead.
    He cringed when a rider took a header over his bike, turning cartwheels in the air before landing with a thud, the bike barely missing him as it performed its own gymnastics routine and crashed into a wall. Both had to be travelling close to three