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“Jackson?”
    Their gazes met, their lips just a hesitation apart. “Em?”
    “Kiss me.” She sank her fingers into his thick hair and
closed the distance between them.
    His mouth opened over hers with just enough force to
tantalize. Their tongues slid together. He pulled her from the stool and turned
her so their bodies met, deepening the kiss. His cock was a demanding ridge
against her belly. An answering ache blossomed in her pussy. She was wet in an
instant. Talk about crazy. This was insanity. This was wrong. Hooking up with
Jackson was trouble, capital T, hell to the no. So why couldn’t she stop
sucking on his tongue? And why was she getting up on tiptoes to rub herself
against his hard-on like she’d die if she didn’t have him inside her, pronto?
    As it turned out, she didn’t need to worry. Tink brought her
back to earth, barking and pawing at their legs. They broke the kiss, laughing.
She should have been relieved for the interruption, but she had to admit to a
secret surge of disappointment.
    “Thanks for bringing us back to earth, Tink.” Emma sank to
her knees and threw herself into ruffling his velvety ears as embarrassment set
in.
    Jack followed suit, raking a hand through his hair as he
knelt alongside her. “Damn, I’m sorry Em.”
    “Don’t apologize,” she hurried to assure him in an effort to
hide her roiling emotions. “It was nothing.”
    If only it had felt like nothing. Her libido was raging. She
was practically ready to throw him to the floor and ride him naughty-cowgirl
style until they both came. This wasn’t good at all.
    “Nothing,” he agreed, scratching Tink’s head.
    “Really, I’m the one who should apologize. I don’t know what
happened.” She blew out a breath, frantically rummaging through her brain for
an explanation. “I haven’t been back here in so long.”
    Yeah, Emma. Like that wasn’t the lamest excuse you’ve
ever used. She inwardly grimaced. Way to keep your cool, idiot.
    He met her gaze, searching. “Are you happy to be back? You
couldn’t wait to hightail it out of here.”
    Emma winced. “Now that’s a loaded question.”
    “How so?”
    “I’m happy to see you, which honestly shocks the hell out of
me. Not that we left things on a bad note, but they were—”
    “Awkward,” he supplied with a rueful grin. “I was pissed and
you were determined, and we had one hell of a fight.”
    “We did.” She remembered it all too well. “You rammed your
fist through the wall in your parents’ garage.”
    “The hole is still there, believe it or not.”
    “And then you ignored every email I sent you,” she said
before she could stop herself. Maybe his kisses had gone to her head. Suddenly
she was playing a game of reveal-all-your-deepest secrets. She wanted to kick
herself.
    He stilled. “I was doing you a favor, Em. Paradise wasn’t
big enough for a girl like you.”
    “I still don’t think Paradise is big enough for a girl like
me.” There was a sadness to her voice even she heard.
    “Are you really happy in L.A.?”
    The question took her by surprise. “Of course.” Her personal
life currently sucked, but she’d be damned if she’d let him know it. “My work
is going great. I’ve got an amazing client list, and I couldn’t be more pleased
with how far my business has come.”
    He stood, making her feel awkward so far below him. She
stood too, and they faced one another with Tink at their feet. The sexual
tension was back. She was incredibly aware of him. She could smell his cologne
and it made her want to press her nose to his neck and inhale deeply. Maybe
lick his skin.
    “I wasn’t talking about your work.” He reached out and
brushed a loose tendril of hair from her face. The gesture was so intimate, so
caring she melted that much more. “I was talking about you.”
    “Me?” His fingers were lingering at her jawline and she was
having a hard time concentrating. Her whole body was thrumming with need. He
was going to be her