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and since he asked for
it as a favor, she could just enjoy it guilt free. She’d be lying if she didn’t
admit that she had once spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about
kissing him.
    “Okay,” she said, trying hard to sound blasé. But instead her
voice did a squeaky thing and she felt as lame as she had in high school when
he’d asked her to go to the Dairy Queen for a cone.
    He laughed, but it wasn’t unkind, and for the first time since
she’d entered his apartment she felt like she was seeing a glimpse of the real
man. Because in that laugh was a hint of her own nervousness. And that made him
human. She got what he’d been trying to explain earlier—that despite the success
and fame he’d found, at heart he was still just a regular guy.
    “Are you sure? I don’t want a repeat of when I tried to hug
you,” he said.
    She nodded, not trusting her own voice. She wanted to kiss him.
She’d never gotten a kiss back in high school and though she’d moved past living
as that girl she still had an imaginary bucket list that included kissing Jack
Crown.
    He leaned down toward her and she tipped her head back, not
realizing until they were this close how much taller he was than her. She closed
her eyes as his hands settled on her shoulders and he drew her in toward him.
Though their bodies didn’t touch, she could feel his body heat.
    She felt the warmth of his breath over her mouth first. It had
the pleasant scent of the coffee he’d drunk after dinner. The brush of his lips
over hers was exhilarating; she felt tingles from her lips down her neck and to
the very core of her body.
    It was a gentle start but not tentative at all. She sensed he
was taking care not to scare her off.
    His mouth opened slowly on hers and she held her breath, trying
to analyze this moment so she could pull it out and examine it later, but
thought was impossible as a wave of sensation rolled over her. He tasted
perfect, and unlike some of the men she’d kissed in the past, there was no
awkward desire to pull back from him.
    He feathered his tongue lightly into her mouth as he massaged
her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. Then his tongue went deeper into her
mouth, until shivers of desire coursed through her body.
    She felt like she was falling into a world where there was just
Jack. She reached out for something to steady herself. Her hands brushed over
his chest. It was strongly muscled and radiated warmth. Even through the fabric
of his shirt she could feel it. His hands moved down her back to her waist and
drew her in until they were pressed together.
    She didn’t want them to fit together the way they did. As if
they were meant to hold each other this way. His kiss continued to inflame her
senses. She loved the way his fingers felt at the back of her neck as they
tangled in her hair.
    He lifted his head and sighed. She opened her eyes to look up
at him and was surprised by the look on his face. There was desire, of course,
but something else. He framed her face with his hands and whispered her name
before he kissed her again.
    This embrace lacked the restraint of the first time. She
couldn’t think as passion swept over her. She went up on tiptoe so she could
take more of his kiss. She wanted something more from him.
    He caressed her neck and shoulders and then slid his hands down
her back to cup her butt, pulling her tightly against him. She gasped at the
feel of his erection pressing into her stomach and moisture pooled in her
center. She had known she wanted him but this was different. This was white-hot
desire and she was desperate to touch more of him.
    To have more of him…more of Jack. She slid her hands under his
shirt and up his back. His hands tightened on her as his tongue plunged deeper
into her mouth. He shifted until he leaned back against the wall and she was
supported fully by his weight.
    He lifted his head, and she felt cold without his mouth pressed
against hers.
    “One kiss…I thought it would