Were Jack literally anyone else, she might have replied flippantly, commenting on the possibility of two at a time. But she wouldn't risk Jack taking it amiss, not now. He was already inclined to think of himself as boring and dour, which couldn't be farther from the truth. He'd already held her attention longer than any man she'd ever known and meant far more to her.
Her stomach twisted in knots, more from stress than arousal, but they had been behaving like untried youths for several months. Even sitting on the couch with him had her skin flushed and her skin pulling tight over her breasts. She wanted him, badly.
But conversation first, because he was a cautious man, her dear, dear inspector. "One man at a time, anyway, when that man is you," she said, affection warm in her voice and her eyes. "When that man is also one of my dearest friend."
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Date: 2017-03-15 01:19 am (UTC)Her stomach twisted in knots, more from stress than arousal, but they had been behaving like untried youths for several months. Even sitting on the couch with him had her skin flushed and her skin pulling tight over her breasts. She wanted him, badly.
But conversation first, because he was a cautious man, her dear, dear inspector. "One man at a time, anyway, when that man is you," she said, affection warm in her voice and her eyes. "When that man is also one of my dearest friend."