That’s what she’d said. Jack yanked his shirt from the hanger and slid into it on the way down the stairs. Megan was in his blood, had been since that very first thought of kissing her had hankered down in the woods almost two years ago and refused to budge. But he’d intended to control the desire, take charge of the urges. He’d had no intention of jumping into bed with her again. No, that had been her idea. She’d started this, wanted this. She’d stoked a fire inside him until the flames scorched his veins, and now she’d kicked him out into the cold. After she’d insisted sex had never been the mistake, that the mistake was not taking the time to do it right. He’d believed her. He still did. There was a game, all right, and she’d hijacked the rules. But damned if he knew why. All he knew was, there’d been two people on that beach, two people in his bed the night before last, and neither of them were ready to move on. There was still plenty of burning to do, and she’d have to prove him wrong with more than words if she disagreed.
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