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his hands and step back. Make some smooth comment about her throwing herself into her work.
Instead his fingers splayed over her waist, measuring the subtle undulations of her rib
cage as well as the softness of her sides. He felt her body expand with breath. When she still
didn't pull away, he leaned into her until his chest was against her back.
Don't do this, he thought. For Christ's sake, don't you dare do this.
But his body was taking over, drowning out sane thoughts and moral reasoning, replacing
them with an insane need to take her. He couldn't think about the implications of what he was
doing. He wanted her and that was all he knew.
Moving slowly, Jack brought his hand to the weight of her hair and he swept it aside to
expose the skin of her neck. He bent down, bringing his lips close to her ear.
"Callie."
"Let me go," she whispered.
"Callie." His voice was low, vibrating with what was happening between them while he
apologized for what he was about to do. "I m sorry."
He pressed his lips against her skin.
Her breath left in a rush and he kissed her neck again, stroking her with his tongue. When
her head fell back, he put his arms around her, his hands wide across her flat stomach.
As his lips came down once more, her head started moving back and forth as if she were
struggling to argue. Seizing the moment, he turned her around. Her eyes were luminous with heat
even as he got the sense that she was a hairsbreadth away from bolting.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he lowered his head and lightly put his lips against her
cheek. Small kisses, designed to calm as well as arouse, brought him to her mouth. He hesitated.
At the core of him, he knew what he was about to do was very wrong.
You bastard, he thought, as he lowered his lips to hers.
Callie's mouth trembled under his as he softly kissed her, and the sigh that came out of
her was all the permission he needed. He kissed her again. Stroking, cajoling, gently.
He knew damn well the restraint wasn't going to last. With every little kiss, his self-
control was slipping away, transforming him from a rational human being into a fully aroused
male with exactly what he wanted in his arms.
Her lips parted without warning and his tongue slipped between them. He groaned as he
felt the warm, slick glide of hers and all he could think of was getting her skin next to his. Riding
a surge of lust, he tightened his hold until her breasts pressed against his chest.
Holy Christ, he thought. Nothing in the dream had prepared him for what she actually felt
like and he thought of the sofa across the room. Had he closed the door downstairs before they'd
gone up? The last thing he wanted was to be interrupted.
But then she pushed him away with a moan and stumbled out of the closet.
Jack cursed as cool air took the place of her warm body and reality came back with
horrible clarity.
Before turning around, he took a deep breath and rearranged himself. He didn't think
facing her with a rigid erection was going to make things easier for either one of them.
Man, he'd blown it.
She was pacing around the studio when he came out of the closet.
"I'm so damn sorry," he said. "I don't know how that happened."
Well, actually he remembered the whole thing from start to finish. What he should have
said was that he didn't know why it happened. Getting used to monogamy with Blair had taken
some time, but he'd never slipped up. Not once. He couldn't believe he'd just broken the
commitment he'd made.
"I can't...," she started and stalled out. "This isn't going to work. I need to go home
She pressed her palms to her cheeks. "God! I should never have let that happen. I'm I don't
even know you."
Jack was struck with an absurd desire to recite his vital statistics. Height, weight, Social
Security number, date of birth. Marital status.
He winced at that last one.
"It's my fault," he said. "You didn't do anything wrong."
He saw her eyeing the toolbox and then the stairs.
"Wait a minute. Let's not blow this out of proportion." The last thing he wanted was for
her to go. "Just because I kissed you, doesn't mean you have to quit."
"Quit? If I leave now, it is not quitting. You tried to take advantage of me."
He frowned and spoke too quickly. "You weren't exactly fighting me back there."
She let out a disgusted noise. "Thank you for pointing that out. That makes me feel so
much better."
Jack cursed to himself, thinking he should be more of a gentleman. "I'm sorry. I'm not
exactly thinking clearly right now."
Hell, he was lucky he could string a sentence together. Sexual frustration was making his
temper short. Worse, in spite of everything that was wrong about them being together, all he
wanted to do was get her back in his arms. Naked.
He had to shut his eyes as another wave of hunger pounded through him.
Maybe he should just let her go. Show her the door. Get her out of his life.
Because things like that kiss didn't happen by accident. He'd been wondering what she'd
feel like in his arms for real since that moment on her stoop back in Chelsea. And it was a damn
tragedy that what had just happened between them had more than lived up to his expectations.
"Should I expect you to try and kiss me again?" she asked.
He opened his eyes and wished like hell he could give her the ironclad answer she was
looking for. But at the moment, he wasn't feeling particularly trustworthy.
He dragged a hand through his hair. "I'm in a relationship. I'm engaged to someone
"You're engaged?" she said incredulously. "Oh, my God."
Her hands were back on her cheeks and she looked for a moment as if she might be sick
because now she was eyeing the bathroom, not the stairs, with desperation.
"Listen, I'm not in the habit of cheating once I make a commitment."
"Oh, really," she tossed back. "So all those stories about your love Me were made up?"
"I said once I commit."
"Well, you certainly don't do that very often, do you?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. He couldn't blame her for looking at him with
disdain and meeting her narrowed eyes wasn't easy.
"Tell me, Jack, what exactly are you going to tell your fiancée about this?"
God, he had no idea.
"I'm not sure."
"Probably nothing, right? Which is precisely how all those women ended up fighting over
you like they did. No doubt they all thought you were their one and only."
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