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sharp breath and arched to rub against him. “Your breakfast is going to burn.”
    “I burn my breakfast half the time anyway. I’m used to it.”
    She moved the skillet to the back of the stove and turned in his arms. “I’m not, but… I could get used to it.” The words were almost shy, and his chest felt tight.
    He lifted her up and turned to drop her carefully on the table. “If I was feeding you, sweetheart, I wouldn’t burn the eggs.”
    “Mmm, I wasn’t talking about the eggs.” Ginny’s mouth trailed from his jaw to his ear.
    It was exactly what he wanted to hear, but Ginny had been running shy far too long for him to get careless. He reached for the belt on her robe as he snuck his tongue around her earlobe. “I could get used to you getting used to this.”
    She gasped and wrapped her long legs around his hips. “I like the way you think.”
    She fumbled with his shirt. The belt on her robe fell open, and he paused to move her hands away. He didn’t bother with the buttons, just dragged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. When he looked back at her, he found her watching him hungrily.
    She caught his gaze and smiled slowly as she shrugged out of her robe. The silk fabric fluttered to the table, and she lay back, stretching out on top of it. “Good morning.”
    The view was so entrancing he couldn’t quite believe his luck. His hand looked large and rough against the soft skin of her stomach. He brushed his fingers in a lazy circle around her belly button and fought the urge to howl his triumph. After all the years of watching and waiting, he had Ginny under his hands.
    And he didn’t feel like letting her go anytime soon. “You going to be heartbroken if I take my time figuring out just how good my morning can get?”
    She laughed. “I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jack. You take your time.”
    It was hard deciding where to start, but her lips were too tempting to resist. He braced his hands on either side of her head and leaned down until his lips hovered over hers. “Anything I want?”
    Ginny’s sigh feathered over his mouth. “Anything you want.”
    “Anything?” He bit her lower lip before giving in to the temptation to kiss her, swallowing any answer she might have given. He didn’t need words when he felt her enthusiasm in the touch of her body, in the way she arched into him, as though she couldn’t bear not to have his skin against hers.
    She moaned into his mouth and bit him back. “Anything, Jack.”
    His belt still lay over the back of a nearby chair, easily within reach. Jack pushed himself upright and watched her face as he reached out and caught the roughened leather. “Hold up your hands.”
    Her breath hitched, but she complied wordlessly.
    Jack slid the gun holsters from the belt and left them on the chair. Then he wrapped the leather around her wrists and tightened it just enough to hold them trapped together without being uncomfortable. “Put your hands over your head and leave them there. If you move, I’m going to find something to tie you to.”
    Ginny made a soft noise and rubbed her hips against him. She kept her eyes fixed on his as she stretched her arms out over her head. “What do I do?”
    “Hopefully? You come so hard you forget your name.”

    Ginny began to ache as Jack stared down at her, talking about orgasms and looking at her like she was a juicy plum he was about to bite into. “And I can’t move my hands?”
    “No.” The corner of his mouth ticked up as his palm came to rest on the curve of her hip. “Though maybe I shouldn’t be trusting you to listen. I saw how well that went last night.”
    “Last night? Your punishments weren’t very discouraging.” Her skin heated at the memories. “If anything, you were forcing me to behave badly.”
    He shrugged and reached up to tease around her nipple with a barely-there touch. “What can I say? I love a woman who behaves badly.”
    “I must be a dream,