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pull the little chocolate brush from the cup, I lick it in long slow strokes before sucking all the pudding off the tip.

Jack watches me do it, his eyes darkening. I remember his warning and part of me wants to know if he's serious. I'm smiling softly as I nibble at it, my eyes locked with his. Jack puts his spoon down and leans back in his chair. He watches me for a moment. I close my eyes and pass the little brush over my lips, inhaling deeply. My chest expands as it fills with air. The action turns me on. I'm thinking of him as I do it. When I glance at him again, it's through heavily lidded eyes.

Placing the little piece of chocolate down, I stand and walk around the table to Jack. The waiter appears and takes our plates, then is gone again. Jack's eyes watch me in that carnal way that makes my heart flutter. I mean to walk behind him and kiss his cheek, but Jack stops me. His hand juts out and reaches for my wrist. He pulls me toward him. I slip onto his lap and my question from earlier is answered. I can feel Jack's hard length beneath me. It makes my breath shudder.

Jack's dark eyes are all over my face and chest. They flick to my eyes and lips, down to my chest and back. He slips his hands around my waist and says, "That's better. We should have eaten dinner like this." Jack grins and holds me tighter, pressing the side of his face to my breasts.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and cross my ankles. There are things I want to tell him, and the words that have been building inside of me start to spill out. "I love how well you know me. I love that you thought of this, that you did it for me. I love everything about you, Jack." I smile at him and press my lips to his. It's supposed to be a chaste kiss, something light, but it's not.

Jack's hands find my face and the kiss becomes hot and heavy. His tongue licks the seam of my lips and I can't deny him. I open my mouth and feel his tongue caressing me. Jack tastes like caramel and cream - sweet, like our dessert. The kiss deepens and I'm no longer aware of anything but Jack. Breathing hard, he breaks the kiss.

Jack's eyes search mine, asking me, telling me that he wants me. My heart pounds harder. I glance around, looking for the waiter, but he's gone. Jack takes my chin in his hand and turns my face back to him. "Abigail, I want you here, now. Do what you feel like doing. He's not coming back."

Public displays of affection freak me out. I don't know why they do, but they do. The idea of having sex in this room makes my pulse shoot up into stroke territory, but looking at Jack, I can't deny him. I know he wants this. There's part of him that he's been hiding, part that he seems reluctant to share, like he's afraid that he'll scare me away. I want to give this to him, but I'm terrified. When I look into his eyes, they flicker like blue flames. There's heat in his gaze, a carnal desire that I want to give in to. I want to be his, the way he wants. I want to be Jack's girl and do this for him. I know there have been others. The thought flashes through my mind. I want to give him everything. I can learn to be what he needs.

I stand and turn toward Jack, lifting one leg over his lap so that I'm straddling him when I sit back down. Jack's dark gaze is hard to deny. He places his hands on my knees and slips them up my legs slowly, feeling my curves. His eyes lock with mine as he does it, pushing my skirt higher and higher until it's mostly gathered at my waist and hanging down behind me. My heart pounds harder and harder, making it impossible to breathe normally. I suck in shaky breaths as he grips my thighs. I glance up at the door, worried that we'll be interrupted.

Gently, Jack takes my face between his hands. I look down at him. "Kiss me, Abby." He's telling me what he wants. I see it in his eyes, in the