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Jack leaned down and licked up her stomach to the curve of her breast, he took her nipple in his mouth. Davina gasped as she wound her fingers into his hair. Now, what was she thinking? Yeah. With effort she pushed him away. Her breath was ragged.

“Jeans,” she ordered. “Get them off.”

With a frustrated grumble Jack stood and took off his jeans. It was no strip tease. In one second they were gone. Davina bit her lip before pointing at him.

“Those too,” she said of his grey briefs.

“We need to talk about your bossy streak,” he said as he stepped out of his underwear.

Davina’s eyes were wide as she stared at him, all man, ready for her.

“We need to talk?” she said. “Now?”

“No,” Jack said with laughter in his voice. “Not now.”

He reached over, grabbed the top of her granny knickers and yanked them down. Davina threw off her bra. They looked at each other.

“Naked,” Davina said softly.

Jack grinned widely as he settled himself between her knees.

“Ain’t it grand,” he said before reaching for her.

Davina sat flush against him. She wrapped her arms around him, placing her cheek on his chest. His heartbeat was loud and strong. Powerful arms enfolded her. Jack kissed the top of her head before moving her back so that he could look at her. Davina gazed up into his dark eyes.

“I want you,” he said.

Davy smiled.

“I know.”

“No, I want all of you.” He gave an exasperated sigh. “I may never get enough of you, Crazy Davy.”

And before she could figure that out, he was kissing her again. Davina let herself wash away. She never wanted him to stop.

CHAPTER TWELVE

4 DAYS TO MAKE A MOVIE...

DAVINA’S EYES POPPED open when she heard the front door slam. It took a minute for her to realise she was in her bedroom. And she wasn’t alone.

“I’m here.” Marianne shouted up the stairs. “And the boys are with me. You better be decent.”

A heavy arm flopped across Davina’s middle. She swallowed hard, then shut her eyes again. Maybe if she pretended that her life was a dream, it would be. She wished really hard, but nothing happened.

“Hey, you,” Jack said, his voice morning husky.

He shifted to get closer to her, nuzzling her neck.

“Hey yourself,” she said. It sounded falsely upbeat.

Jack stilled. A second later he propped himself up on his elbow to study her. She willed herself to smile. It felt fake.

“So what is it?” Jack said with resignation. “Morning after regret?”

Davina thought about it for a minute.

“No. I don’t regret it. I just have a lot to deal with now.”