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neck itch.
"They're not here." Mallory stared at the wall over his
shoulder.
They'd established that fact a few hours before after
they'd returned from her grant interview. But they'd searched
through her things another dozen times just to be sure and
Mallory had disappeared for a while to her neighbor Candy's
from where Coco Cabana had also disappeared, conveniently at
the same time as the check and the file.
"I can't believe she'd take the file," Mallory whispered,
the color drained from her face. "Okay, I can see her taking
the check, but why take the file?"
Jack began reorganizing the mess littering the floor
between them. "You don't even know her, Mallory."
She didn't say anything for a long moment, then she
shifted her eyes to look at him and gestured with her hands.
' 'I never said I did. But I never left her alone in my
place, either, which means she had to have broken in to get
at the stuff." She shook her head. "I don't get it."
Jack had ordered pizza but Mallory had barely touched a
piece of pepperoni much less an entire slice and he knew she
hadn't had anything to eat since the sticky buns that
morning.
She was preoccupied. More than that, she was as somber as
he'd ever seen her.
He watched as she rested her elbows on her knees then
dropped her head into her hands. "That's it. It's over."
Jack blinked. Over? As in...them? "What?"
She stayed like that, silent, for long minutes, then
looked up at him. But her smile looked a little false. Her
eyes overly bright and empty. "Oh, well. You live and you
learn, right?"
All Jack knew was a tremendous relief that she hadn't been
talking about them.
"Where's that pizza?" she said, getting up from the floor
and moving toward the dining room table.
Then she appeared to change her mind and did an
about-face, staring at him instead. Given the predatory
expression she wore, he guessed he now knew what a pizza put
in front of Mallory might feel like.
Before Jack could blink she was straddling his hips and
pushing him to the floor, tearing at his shirt and launching
an attack on his mouth.
"Whoa," he said, chuckling as he held her back slightly.
"Where did that come from?"
"I'm horny and you're available." She kissed either side
of his mouth then his lips full on. "Do you need anything
more than that?"
Yes, he wanted to say, he did need more.
But her surprise attack was leaving him incapable of
explaining what exactly it was that he needed from her beyond
to touch her, to have her touch him, and to feel her all
over.
She peeled her T-shirt over her head then started on the
button of the jeans she'd changed into when they'd returned
from the foundation earlier. Jack's mouth watered as she
revealed inch after precious inch of her sweet flesh. Mallory
didn't work out so she wasn't toned. She was
one-hundred-percent soft, rounded female. And he wanted
her...loved her so much it hurt.
"You're not getting undressed," she said, climbing off him
to take off her jeans.
He shook his head. "I'm enjoying watching you undress."
When she'd stripped down to her panties and bra she
started on him. Jack sat back and watched her breasts sway as
she made history of first his shirt, then his shoes, socks
and jeans. His erection pressed against the front of his
boxers. Well, at least for a millisecond before she took his
underwear off as well.
He swallowed hard. Being with Mallory had always been like
being in the eye of a hurricane. Move a little to the left or
the right and you were caught up in the worst of the storm.
But now...now she seemed even more forceful, more determined.
And Jack could do little more than watch as she took a
condom from his pocket, sheathed him, then straddled him
again with clear intent.
He held her aloft for a few precious seconds. "You asked
me recently why I started drinking," he said quietly.
Her movements ceased, the only sound that of her ragged
breathing. She didn't say anything from where her cheek
rested against his, but he could imagine her expression to be
open-eyed, expectant.
Jack smoothed his hands down her silky back. "I didn't
answer you then. The truth is, I couldn't answer you. And I
probably shouldn't be saying anything now..." But he had to.
He sensed something about her tonight that he didn't quite
like. That he wanted to change. "Let's just say that I'm
still a little close to the subject."
He listened to her swallow hard. "But you stopped drinking [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]