“I like that look in your eye,” he said as he crawled onto the bed between her thighs.

     “What look?” she asked.

     “The one that tells me you want me as much as I want you.”

     His hot mouth found her nipple through the sheer lace of her bra and Dianna let her head fall back and a moan escaped her lips.

     “I do,” she replied.

     Her shoulder stiffened. Holding the position was hard and the pain was stealing her attention, so she let herself fall slowly back to the bed, reducing the strain and relieving the ache. Jack followed her down, a low growl of approval in his throat....