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against the jamb and finally gave way. Kalama bit back an amused
giggle. He looked so cute fighting a door. She stepped over the threshold.
    “Lights, Jack?” Kalama asked, feeling around in the dark in
an attempt to locate the light switch. She turned back to the doorway to see
Jack’s large frame outlined in the moonlight. The silver light created a halo
around his muscular body. Heat pooled in her veins, liquid and sweet. Rooted to
the spot, Kalama watched Jack move from the doorway into the engulfing darkness
of the house.
    The sound of his breathing mixed in the sultry tropical air,
blending with her own shallow intakes. The power of her desire for him took her
back. Jack dropped her backpack on the floor with a thud. The sound
reverberated around the room, sending a jolt through her. That meant his hands
were empty. Those large, work-hardened hands were free to roam her body.
    Kalama wasn’t sure who moved first, but in the next minute
she was in his arms, her curves pressed tight against the hard planes of his
body. His kiss was gentle in his demands, his lips drifting over hers like a
wave licking the shore. Kalama looped her arms around his neck, resting her
palms at his nape and running her fingers lightly through the silky locks of
his hair. She felt his hunger build to ravenous levels as he groaned against
her lips. He deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into the moist cavern of
her mouth. His hands skimmed over the contours of her body, molded her curves.
Taking a moment to rest his hands on her shapely hips, Jack rocked his pelvis
against hers. The first brush of his growing erection against her stomach sent
a shock to her very core. Kalama moaned low in her throat.
    Jack toyed with the edge of her tank top, skating his
fingertips over the exposed flesh of her stomach. She craved his touch like no
other. His kiss sent fire racing through her blood. She felt as if there was
molten lava in her veins. Jack broke free of her mouth and rained kisses along
her jawline, cheeks and nose. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
    “I’ve wanted to kiss you all day, which is crazy considering
we hardly know each other,” Jack whispered, tracing the delicate whorl of her
ear with his tongue. He tugged on the tender flesh of her earlobe, biting down
gently. Kalama whimpered as a flash of desire ripped through her.
    “This is lolo , Jack. We should stop,” Kalama said,
the words coming out in the merest whisper. She gasped when Jack ran his free
hand up under the cotton of her tank top and gently cupped her breast. He
flicked the pad of his thumb over the already hardened peak of her nipple.
    “I can’t seem to stop touching you. Do you want me to?” Jack
asked, trailing a line of kisses down her throat.
    “No.” The word was a whisper, an acquiescence, an
indulgence. Unfortunately the world outside had a different answer. A loud
crash came from the back bedroom, tearing them apart. Kalama jumped at the
sound and dug her hands into Jack’s shoulders. Sliding his hand from her
breast, he wrapped his arms around her waist in a comforting, protective
gesture.
    “You stay here. I’m going to check it out.” Jack released
her and gently moved her behind him. Kalama gripped his forearm in an effort to
get him to stay put. She did not want him going in that room.
    “I’m sure it’s nothing,” Kalama said.
    “It could also be a prowler. Just stay put.” Jack crept
silently to the back bedroom. Kalama watched him swing open the door and flick
on the light. Nothing. Kalama sighed. Her fears had been correct. She knew
exactly what had caused the noise, and there was no way she could tell Jack. He
would never believe her. So much for fun and games with the handsome scientist,
now because of some wayward noise, she had to get rid of him. It was for the
best, she told herself. She had already gotten too close to Jack for her
sanity. In the residual light provided by the open bedroom door, Kalama located
the