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way he looks at me. There's more to Jack than I know, and I want to find out what's there. I just have to have enough guts to do it. I don't think I do. My heart is pounding in my chest, beating so hard that the only thing I hear is the roaring in my ears. This is a turning point. This is something I have control over, but fear swims in my stomach. I'm so nervous about the door. What if the waiter comes back? What if Jack's wrong and people walk in?

Jack's hot gaze slides over my face, burning a trail down my neck. When he lifts his lashes to watch me, I feel like he knows every thought in my head. This is new to me, but being prude isn't. I never liked the idea of doing anything romantic in public. It seemed wrong somehow, but now that I'm here on his lap with my skirt hiked up to my waist and Jack's strong hands on my thighs...I don't know what I want. I feel conflicted, like my mind is warring with itself. What's wrong seems right. I feel my preconceived thoughts shatter as I look into Jack's eyes. The endless pools of blue search my face, hoping.

That hope spills into me. I feel it surging through my veins as it pools in my chest. I don't think. I act. I do what feels right. I could take his hand in mine and lead him back to our room. Or...

Leaning in, I press my lips to his. Gently, I brush my mouth against Jack's. He remains utterly still. I won't back down. Fear twists inside me, but I don't let it consume me. I blink slowly, watching Jack's lips, wondering how far he wants to take this. Then I lean in and kiss him again. My lips brush over Jack's and he responds this time. His lips part and he lets me in. I taste his kiss, growing more excited. His hands rub my thighs as my lips are crushed against his. I take his face in my hands, making the kiss hotter, deeper, and more intoxicating.

Soon, I am not thinking about where I am or what we're doing. I remain on his lap, our bodies locked at our lips. Jack's hands pull me closer, forcing my legs to open farther. Then he runs his hands under my thighs and cups my butt, pulling me as close to him as I can get. It feels like a thousand butterflies have been set free inside of me, tickling every inch of my middle. I wiggle on his lap, trying to ease the feeling, but that only makes me moan. I feel him when I do that. I feel how much he wants me.

Every other thought vanishes from my mind, and it's only Jack and me. I close my eyes as the kiss continues, blocking out the room. I lose myself in the moment, allowing myself to feel Jack's hands on me without being worried that someone will walk in. My skin grows slick as the room gets hotter and hotter. When I come up for air, I suck it in and go back to his mouth. We're both breathing hard, and excitedly. Jack's hands slip over my hips and run over my body; I moan softly and toss my head back. It shoots jolts of electricity through my body. His touch on my skin is magic. I can't help it.

Jack's lips fall to my neck, where he leaves a sizzling wake of steaming kisses. I hold his head to my neck, tangling my fingers in his silky hair. I breathe in deeply, enjoying the way he makes me feel. My hips tilt and I rock against him, unable to control myself. I feel his hard length beneath me. I rock again and again, not thinking, just feeling.

Jack moans as his fingers slide under the strap of my dress. It slips off of my shoulder. He looks up at me with a beautiful smile on his face. I'm not wearing a bra. Jack grins at me, delighted. Jack touches me lightly at first, his fingers moving slowly over my curves, and rounding the tip of my nipple. I watch him through hooded eyes, my lips parted. Again, I wonder how far he wants to take this. I hope I can follow. Before I have more time to think, Jack's lips tear the thoughts away. The scatter like dust.