Jack awoke to the sound of gentle snoring and the scent of warm woman. He shifted his arm and discovered his elbow had become nestled between a pair of breasts.
Meg's limbs were draped over his chest and thighs, creating a snug cocoon he had no desire to get out of anytime soon. He didn't even want to open his eyes yet in case it turned out to be a dream--a sexy, erotic, blow-your-mind kind of dream.
A slamming door and a burst of laughter broke the silence outside as the hotel grounds came to life. The rattle of a cart echoed in the corridor, bypassing the handle he'd looped with a Do Not Disturb sign the night before.
He wished everyone would go away so he could drift back to sleep and enjoy the quiet before Meg woke up and had the chance to freak out again like she had yesterday morning.
Yesterday? Had it only been that long?
Jack cracked his lids open and lifted his hand to block out the sunlight streaming through the half-closed drapes. He'd been so desperate to get her into bed last night, he'd just yanked the two sides roughly together and hoped for the best.
They were in Meg's room this time around. He'd insisted on it, so she wouldn't have the option of slinking out as soon as she was done having her fun with him.
Not that he truly thought she would. Following their day together and last night's date, he figured they were past that stage now, but he hadn't been willing to take any chances.
God, he'd had so much fun with her.
After their rushed conversation about protection on the way back to the hotel--not in the least bit sexy, but necessary--she'd jumped him in the foyer and wrapped herself around him, forcing him to walk the flight of stairs with her clinging to him like a limpet on a rock.
The two of them had burst into her room where he'd pinned her to the bed, yanked her panties to the side and thrust into her, feeling her for the first time without any barriers.
Now, here she lay wedged against his side, her body relaxed in sleep. She'd tucked her face under his chin as soft breaths puffed from her parted lips. Jack stroked her hair from her forehead and smiled at her moan of protest.
"Hey," he whispered. He ran his thumb over the frown line between her brows, surprised by how much he wanted to kiss her--and not just as a precursor to what he hoped would come afterwards. "I need my arm back."
She tilted her head, her eyelids fluttering as she fought her way out of sleep. He laughed at the expression on her face, enjoying the sensation of her naked body shifting against him.
Since he couldn't get the leverage that he needed to move her off his tingling arm, Jack slipped it under her and tugged until he had her lying along the length of him, her long legs bent at the knees and cradling his hips.
He swept one of his hands up and down her spine while the other dived into her hair and massaged her scalp. Her inner thighs embraced his awakening erection and a purr-like sound vibrated in her throat.
"Mmm... you're hard again," she said, her words slurred.
She sounded peaceful and happy. No sign of nerves. "Funny about that. You're naked and you won't stay still."
"You're naked, too," she pointed out as her lips trailed along the underside of his jaw. "I know a way we could make the most of the situation."
He smiled against her hair. "Talk to me."
With a snort of amusement, she lifted her hips and wedged her hand between their bodies. Her warm fingers closed around him, and he shut his eyes on a groan. She took a moment to reposition herself, then a split second later her damp heat hugged the length of him.
Jack let out a breath in a loud whoosh and squeezed the back of her neck. "God, I like the way you think."
Her hands crept beneath his shoulders and held him, her lips trailing over his throat. "I like the way you feel."
Jack wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair. He took his time sliding into her, their bodies rocking together with each thrust. He enjoyed being with her, feeling the energy crackle between them.
Mentally, she intrigued him.
Physically, they were explosive together.
All she had to do was shoot him a look from those grey eyes of hers and it set him off.
Only one other woman had the power to get under his skin that way, and she had no clue about her effect on him. Meg, though... Meg absolutely knew--and she was having the time of her life driving him crazy with it.
"Jack?"
"Mmm?" His palm slid down her back, gliding further to the curve of her ass. He gave her a good squeeze, then another just because he could.
"I like being with you," she said, nuzzling his throat.
He lifted his chin to give her more room. "Me, too," he said, letting out a quiet groan.
Her body wriggled against him, her shift in position deepening the connection. "And I still have five days left before I go home."
He hugged her tighter to him, wondering why those few simple words had tension building inside him. Her tone hadn't changed, her body still moved against him driving him mad with need. Regardless, the fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, and the parts of his body that weren't already stiff went on high alert.
"So, I thought maybe we should spend that time together."
Ah, there we go. He hadn't been imagining the shift in mood. His heartbeat kicked up and his hands froze in place at her waist. He exhaled a long breath through his nose and tried to shake off the frustration so he wouldn't take it out on her.
"Meg, don't."
"Don't what?" Her mouth travelled along his throat, cruising higher to skate across his jaw. Her tongue flicked his earlobe and a breath left her that sounded almost like a laugh--but why the hell would she be laughing?
"Complicate things." Her writhing hips and mobile mouth turned what had been a slow heat into a barely contained blaze.
Jack opened his eyes for the first time since they'd started, the urge coming over him to flip her onto her back and pound away inside her. He couldn't keep his head straight anymore. She wouldn't stop moving.
Meg slid her palm over his chest and let out a laugh that yanked him from his thoughts. "God, your heart's absolutely racing."
