"Yes, yes." She perched on one hand and dove for his hair with her other. "I'm sorry. Just don't stop."

A long lazy pull on her nipple caused another wave of delight. She felt Jack's smile against her over-heated skin but then all sensation ceased, and she whimpered at the lack of contact.

Warm breath blew against her wet nipple and electricity jolted to her core. "Not even to taste the other one."

She aimed for a witty comeback but her need for his touch drove out all sarcasm, all thought. "Please."

His experienced tongue grazed across her other nipple and those long fingers she adored flittered down her stomach, across her abdomen and between her legs. She bucked at his touch causing his mouth to slide off her breast. "Someone's thirsty."

Tender yet steady circles teased her sensitive spot and Solana felt herself climbing higher and higher like a running up a circle staircase, aiming to burst on to the rooftop.

"That's it sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

His request drifted across her skin, sank into her as his touch intensified. Her body clenched and she cried his name, hitting her peak. Jack caught her collapsing body and held her tight to him as her heartrate returned to a regular rhythm, pressing soft kisses on her shoulder.

The kitchen came into focus, the coffee maker hissed, and Solana hooked her arms around his neck, inhaling the fresh roast scent mixed with everything Jack.

Jack brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked each one. "Now that's what I call breakfast."

She playfully slapped his chest, then pressed a kiss against the spot. "Who says you can't cook?"

Jack moaned with delight and Solana explored his chest with her lips while her hands found the elastic waist of his shorts. Excitement trickled down her spine and her finger tucked between the taut material and his skin, then another and another until her hand hit his erection. A tiny moan escaped from his lips. His hands dove into her hair as she held his warm member, running a thumb along the shaft and over the head, her fingers coming away sticky. She brought them to her mouth and sucked, tasting him. "My turn."

A muscle in his jaw ticked and a wave of anticipation rolled over Solana at the determination in his electric blue eyes. He caught her thigh and dragged her knee over his hip. "Our turn."

Hooking a thumb in his shorts, he wiggled out of them and dragged her to the edge of the counter. Heat and hard muscle met her soft center and the lava pooled in Solana's belly churn with excitement.

A thought forced its way through the lusty hazy as Jack looked into her soul, a vulnerability there for only her to see. She shifted closer, unable to bear any distance between them. "Jack. What happens now?"

"You should know how this works by now." Electric blue eyes tried to read her soul. "What is it?" An unsettled edge laced his words. Trepidation maybe. "Tell me."

She kneaded the back of his neck, working out how to ask. "When we leave this apartment. Do we..." His eyes narrowed and she was pretty sure he held his breath. Instead of asking what she really wanted to know, she pushed past the rock in her throat and aimed for something close. "Can we still see each other?"

"We'll have to keep you out of the spotlight."

The stone dropped sank from her throat, past her heart to the pit of her stomach. Of course. He couldn't be seen with the likes of her. He had a reputation to think of. His mother's necklace that still hung around her neck itched and she moved to unclasp it.

He caught her hand and held her fingers to his chest. Her heart ached at their joined fingers. Why wasn't she good enough?

"Once the paparazzi find out, they'll descend on Ximena's house like the piranha they are." Jack bent to catch her eye, his voice low and comforting. "Don't worry. Wolfe will create a security plan, for her. And Luc." He kissed the tips of her fingers, concern etched in his face. "And you. I'll keep you safe."

The hard mass in her gut wobbled. She hadn't considered the ramifications her hook up with Jack on her family. Like he had, they'd find out about her past, her criminal ex-husband, her failed business in Las Vegas. What if they discovered her connection to the Wilde family. Her heart kicked into overdrive, not in a good way.

"Hey." Jack tipped his forehead against hers. "If you don't want to do this. I understand. I come with strings." His throat flexed. "We can walk out that door and pretend this never happened."

"No." Her cry echoed in the cavernous room. Jack's eyes screwed shut. "I can't do that." Her voice wavered. "Can you?"

His forehead rocked against hers, his grip on her hand tightening. "It'd break me."

"Me too." Bunched muscles under her fingers relaxed and he loosened her grip. Air returned to her lungs. "So I'm more than a one-night fling?"

Jack's head jerked back. "Solana. Don't ever say that again. You were never a fling." His eyes searched hers. "How can you think that?"

She shrugged, the motion feeling false and heavy. "I'm not—"

"Stop." Bitterness bit at her. "You are." He bracketed her face with his large hands. "You are and don't you ever doubt this...this thing between us. Do you hear me?"

Her throat coated with emotion, making it impossible to speak. Instead, she nodded.

He kissed her temple. "Don't doubt me." Another kiss on the opposite temple. "Please." His lips brushed against her lips. "Please." The ache in her chest eased with his sweet desperate kisses.

Responding in kind she took his mouth, showing him, she'd believe in him.

Their tender confession transformed into a hungry statement of faith, then a carnal expression of want and need. Their bodies crashed together, their fingers tore at each other, their moans matched in emotion. Jack's hands snaked down her body, lunging her closer to him.

Hot breath fanned her cheek. "I didn't know it could be like this." He rocked against her. "There was nothing here." He put his hand over his heart. "Something was always wrong, amiss. Hollow. I had no soul. Then there was you. You are my soul."

A flush of warmth crept across her skin, buried itself under her breastbone. Last night he'd uttered similar words. She'd pushed them aside, chalking them up to the heat of the moment. "Are you quoting sappy love stories. Is this how you impress women."

His featured froze, a mask of pain and he inched away. Shit, why had she said that? She dug her fingers into his bicep, keeping him close. "Wait. I. I didn't mean that."

She blew out air. The truth was the only thing that would erase the ache on his face. After all he was always truthful with her. "This...thing between us, it scares me." The mask morphed into anxiety. "No, not you. Us. I wanted to hate you." The ripple of angst that rolled across his face jabbed at her heart. "But I couldn't. It's like the more I tried the more I was drawn to you. Being with you feels... different. You're different."

When he spoke, his voice was a hoarse whisper. "In a good way?"

"In every way. I feel... real with you. Like you see me. Not the petite blonde or the half Latino, half..." She couldn't complete that sentence, never allowing the reality of her father's genes, his legacy into her heart. A man she never had a chance to know. But his blood flowed through her veins. He was a part of her. She should be allowed to love that side. At least given the chance.

Jack's finger tucked under her chin and drew her face upward. Their eyes locked and she witnessed the sheer confidence that won him battles in the boardroom. "I see you. All of you." Her bones rattled at his determination, his assurance. "And I want it all."

His possessive growl reverberated along her spine. Then and there, she knew she'd give him anything he asked for. Not because he demanded it. Certainly not because he could take it. Because it was a gift she could wield, unreservedly. He wanted everything. The complete package.

"I'm yours."

With firm pressure, he pushed into her, his eyes never leaving hers. She opened for him, taking everything he offered. The same sensation as last night filled every fiber of her being, a sense of completeness. The dark circles of his pupils dilated, and she lost herself in the pool of black, happy to live there for the rest of her life. Body, heart, and soul in unison. 

Hey everyone. D. L. here. Good news. I got my Watty submission in today so I can go back to giving Jack and Solana the attention they need! Next week, I promise we'll get back to the action.

Oh, and that Watty submission - its a different take on my story True Blue called Navy Blue. Still follows the second chance romance of Emily and Finn, but has some new twists, fixes some plot holes and hopefully, improves the writing.