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| Jack is back. And Marvel is less than thrilled. Because he seems to think he's got a claim to the business her father left her...the one she's just rechristened Bird Of Paradise Hawaiian Island Tours. But something else is up with Jack, and Marvel's not going to be able to relax until she knows exactly what it is. |
| from Extasy Books |
| cover art by Jane Sommers |
| "I'm interested in my tour." He hadn't said which tour he was interested in. But Marvel, with the last little bit of her brain that still functioned beneath the onslaught of his lips nuzzling her ear and his tongue starting to do some decidedly incendiary things in the same place, thought the tour he'd been talking about didn't have the first thing to do with helicopters, or waterfalls, or any one of the Hawaiian islands. She thought his preferred tour had one hell of a lot more to do with one specific Hawaiian island. Her. And the horrible thing...the really inconceivable and frightening thing...was that she had just about lost the will or the desire to resist. Tracing lazy circles around the whorls of her ear, catching the lobe between his teeth and worrying it gently, not quite biting but not exactly licking either, he'd just about destroyed whatever resistance she might have had. "You owe me," he murmured. "Only bec...cause you're too pig-headed to..." "Not pig-headed." Nuzzle. Lick. Kiss. Nuzzle. "Surely?" Her heart couldn't take much more of this. It was thumping. Literally thrashing around in her chest in a way that couldn't be good. Not good at all. And between her legs...dear God, the thing that was going on between her legs... Jack kissed her ear and she felt a burst of the moisture that had become so dazzlingly familiar ever since he'd stepped back into her life. Ever since he'd thrust himself, and no pun intended, right back into the center of what had been a perfectly ordered, perfectly acceptable existence that hadn't been fraught with all the kinds of distraction... He turned her around in his arms. She'd tried to resist just such a disastrous turn before, but now she was powerless. Was literally a limp and willing slave to whatever he had in mind. And she thought, again with that last little functioning vestige of her brain, that she knew exactly what he did have in mind. "Wh...why are you so determined to take my b...business away from m...me?" He laughed. Crushed her up tight against him, chest to chest, just the way she'd known...feared...he would. Looked down at her with lazy-sleepy eyes that could only belong to someone who had a share of Hawaiian blood somewhere back in his ancestry. He looked at her with smoldering eyes. Incandescent, shining, glittering, gleaming eyes. Eyes that seemed to know everything she was thinking, everything she was feeling. Eyes that seemed to know just how to see into her and through her, so that he could anticipate every move, forestall every protest, derail every argument. "Jack." She pried again at his hands. A little more awkwardly now that she was forced to twist her arms around and reach behind herself. She pried with every ounce of strength she could summon. And that wasn't enough. Wasn't nearly enough. "Who's talking business?" he asked in between slow and silken strokes of his lips against hers. "Who cares about business?" "I d...do." She gasped a little when his tongue slipped between her lips. When he saw his opportunity to take a taste of her and grabbed it. "You want to st...steal my business away from me because I'm a woman." He laughed again. "You certainly are." "Jack!" She tried again to free herself from the diabolical circle of arms that were doing their best...doing their damnedest...to bring her to surrender. Doing it, and coming perilously close. "This is serious!" He brushed his mouth across hers. Brushed it once, softly, and then again before she could get so much as another word out. "And you think I'm not?" |
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