The clock on Jack’s dresser read 3:05 A.M. Moonlight spilled in through the uncurtained window, pooling on the hardwood floor beneath it.She stared at it for a moment. That pale silvery light called to her.Carefully, she eased away from the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans, socks, shoes, and a sweater. The floor creaked on her way out the door and she froze in place, glancing at the bed.Jack lay on his back with one arm flung over his head in an unconscious pose that defined his biceps. He’d pushed the blankets to the end of the bed, in spite of the chill in the room. He never wore a shirt to sleep and the position revealed his very lickable, muscular chest. Her body tightened at the sight of him.A light dusting of dark hair marked his chest and tapered into a trail that went down his stomach, past the waistband of his cotton PJ bottoms. The thought of where that trail stopped made a hot, hard flush overcome her body.Her fingers tightened on the clothes she held. How long would he resist her if she crawled in beside him and set her mind and body to seducing him?
