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her waist for a brief moment before he pushed her away.
    "Are you okay?” he asked again.
    Abby hoped that he would associate her flushed face and quivering voice with her accidental fall rather than their close proximity, but she realized that was probably a hopeless wish. “Yes, I-ah-yes. I guess I just got the wind knocked out of me,” she answered. His own breathing was not quite steady, and she knew that he, too, had been affected by their nearness. An awkward silence settled over them, and Abby tried to dispel it with an attempt at humor. “I must say, you're the first guy I've fallen for in a long time."
    Jack looked at her blankly at first, and she thought for a moment that he might smile. But he brushed aside her comment to apologize again. “I really am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.” This man was different from the one she'd met the day before. It was obvious that he felt guilty for scaring her, and his sincerity showed her a new side of Jack Cole. She could see now why he and Beau had become friends.
    Abby's green eyes met his, and her lips curved into a forgiving smile. The smile died when the expression on his face changed again to one of heated desire. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the indecision. Paralyzed by the need he was now making no attempt to conceal, she stood rooted to the spot. “Hell,” he growled as his mouth descended towards hers.
    The first touch of his mouth on hers was surprising, almost tentative. He pulled back, just a hair's breadth and his hand rose to tunnel into her curls. Her only warning was his hand tightening in her hair and then his lips clamped hard onto hers, quickly taking control, his tongue breaching the barrier of her lips and teeth with little resistance. Abby responded to his demand, helplessly accepting the heated passion that all but overwhelmed her. The few fumbling boys she had been with in the past had not prepared her for this instant, shattering possession by Jack.
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    Jack was stunned himself but couldn't stop. It had happened so fast, her warmth igniting a blaze in him he didn't want to quench. He thought about Abby all the time, dreamed of her sweet little body and what it would feel like underneath him. Several mornings he'd awakened with a hard-on and knew it was because of her. He'd tried over and over again to remind himself that he had to keep his hands off her, and here he was, all over her the first chance he got. So much for keeping his distance. Yet she tasted so good. So fucking sweet. And God knows, he needed some softness and some sweetness in his life. It had been so long.
    "Kiss me back, baby,” he ordered as his hands slid down her body, pressing his aroused hardness into her tender belly, before pulling her up so that his erection rubbed against her heated center. His hands stroked up and down her back curving her more completely against him.
    "Let me touch you, Abby,” he murmured as he felt her hesitant response to the increasing demand in his touch. His tongue delved into the moist depths of her mouth, tangling with hers in an erotic duel. He compelled her response with his greater experience. Grinding his hips into her softness, he pressed burning kisses down the side of her neck, to linger over the pulse, which beat against her pale skin. Not giving her a chance to think, his hand slid around and up to caress her swollen breast, rubbing against the tight nipple that rose against her shirt.
    Abby moaned in abandon. He shoved her shirt out of the way and yanked down her bra to get at the softness beneath. Her breasts spilled over the lowered cups in silent offering. Then his mouth was covering an aching nipple, and he sucked ravenously, eliciting another moan from her. With his tongue, he circled the swollen mound before moving to the other that he held cupped in his hand, giving it the same attention he had the first.
    "Oh, please...” she stammered, unable to control the feelings overwhelming her. “I