“Trouble sleeping?” he asked, his voice low.

She turned and noticed him standing in the doorway. She clicked on a bedside lamp and illuminated the room with a soft glow.

“This is crazy,” she whispered.

She tossed back the covers, revealing a long T-shirt with a snowman eating his nose. The image shouldn’t have been sexy, but it was. Then again, the way Jessie lifted her frame from her bed, and the sultry look in her eyes when she approached him, knocked his brain clear away from his head. Cognitive thoughts fled as his pulse lunged into high gear.

Standing toe-to-toe, Jessie pulled him into her room and closed the door behind him. He’d come in there to tell her something, but he couldn’t remember what.

Her perky br**sts pushed against the snowman; her ni**les poked against the thin fabric. Jessie ran a hand up his arm and back down.

“What are you doing, Jessie?”

“If you have to ask, I’m losing my touch,” she said with a smile. Hadn’t he used a similar line on her not so very long ago?

“But you don’t—”

She silenced him by placing her finger over his lips. “No more talking. I’ve talked until I’m blue. I want to feel, Jack.” She stepped back, crossed her arms over her shoulders, and tugged her nightshirt away from her body.

She stood in pink lace panties and nothing else. The heat in her stare shot straight to his groin, and his heart started to sing hallelujah.

Her porcelain skin dipped and swelled in all the right spots. Jack actually felt in awe of being next to her like this. Reaching a hand out, Jack gently touched her shoulder before letting his hand slide over her arm. He watched his fingers trace over her skin and noticed when Jessie visibly trembled at his touch.

Jack felt as if he’d waited a lifetime to touch her, to taste her. Their two kisses had sated nothing and fueled everything. His fingers lingered on her elbow before reaching for her waist. He fanned his fingers and touched as much of her skin as possible but still didn’t have enough. Jack allowed his other hand to follow the curve of her soft, welcoming hip. Real gooseflesh rose on his arms. When Jessie sucked in a tight gasp of pleasure, Jack glanced into her hazel eyes, eyes that darkened when she was aroused as she was now. She stood there, enjoying his touch and demanding nothing.

Her lips parted when he followed up the curve of her waist and touched the underside of her generous breast with his knuckles. Her ni**les hardened into aching pebbles of flesh asking to be touched.

“I want to be everything for you,” he found himself saying.

Jessie reached up to his shirt and undid the buttons, slowly. With shaky hands, she managed to push the last piece of round plastic through its hole and brush his shirt off his chest until it pooled at their feet.

Her fingers spread over his chest and buried into the light dusting of hair she found. One tantalizing thumb rubbed over his nipple and provoked multiple firings of nerve endings that had sat dormant for a very long time.

They hadn’t even kissed and already his erection strained against his pants.

No matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn’t rush this moment.

No, this moment was meant to explore, feel, touch, taste, and experience with his whole being.

Bending his head, Jack pressed his lips against her neck and found her pulse beating hard. He nibbled, licked, and kissed a path to her collarbone until he felt Jessie mold her body to his.

Jack wrapped his arms around her. His lips lifted from her sweet skin and found her mouth. She groaned into their kiss but made no move to rush the moment. It was as if they had an agreement not to hurry, to make love slowly, thoroughly.

Her lips were soft, savory. Jack’s mouth lingered on hers, exploring first with his lips, learning every curve, every motion that made Jessie moan, then he offered something deeper and mated his tongue to hers. Nails, hers, dug into his back as she pressed closer. Her br**sts flattened against him as she gave in to sensation and let him ravish her with his needy mouth. Heat built and Jessie started to melt in his arms.

Jack backed her up to the bed and followed her down to the mattress. Jessie’s hands were free to roam over his flesh, and she did so with bold, long strokes, down his back and over his jeans-clad ass and thighs. If he wasn’t clothed, he’d be inside of her already; best to keep his pants on as long as he could stand the wicked torture of her touch.

Jessie was on fire. The weight of Jack pressing her into her bed was just as pleasurable as his hands roaming over her hip, past her panties, and down her thigh. His lips were lethal weapons; his tongue, ammunition that threatened to undo every restraint she possessed.

He kissed her until she was breathless, and then left her mouth to kiss her neck, her shoulder. His hands cupped her taut br**sts, and waves of desire shot to her belly and settled between her legs.

Jessie lifted one leg and laid it over one of his until his knee settled firmly against her core. It was so delicious having him in her arms. Thoughts of stopping didn’t penetrate her brain. Only the desire to feel him touch her everywhere ruled her thoughts.

When Jack’s mouth touched her nipple, she lifted off the bed and pushed her hips up and against his thigh. That tiny motion and friction, that connection, needed repeating.

She wanted him so desperately but wouldn’t speed them up any more than he would.

Jessie slid her hand down his thigh and pulled it up between her legs. Jack laughed over her breast. “You laugh now,” she said as she shamelessly tilted her hips against his leg. “I know what you’re doing.”