Bursting With Love by Melissa Foster Page B

normal, but it’s functioning all the same. Crazy, right? That I’d let my life stop like I did?” Jack stopped pacing and crossed his arms, then uncrossed them and continued. “Anyway, now…I’m kind of lost again.”
    “Because of me?” She couldn’t really follow what he was saying. Was he unhappy about what happened between them or was he glad it had happened?
    He stepped forward and folded her in his arms. “Jesus, Savannah. Even this.” He took a step back. “Touching you in this innocent way sends my body into overdrive. Look.”
    Savannah lowered her eyes to the impressive bulge in his jeans and raised her eyebrows. I guess that’s my answer . She looked up at him and grinned.
    “Great. It’s really funny,” he snapped.
    He ran his hand through his hair again, and Savannah warmed at the nervous habit.
    “I have to go lead those people out into a dangerous forest, and while I should be thinking about shelter construction, rolling hitches, and sheepshanks, I’m thinking about your naked body pressed against mine. I can’t even go down to the stream without getting a hard-on.”
    Savannah laughed. She knew exactly what he was feeling, because she was feeling it too. Just looking at him made her get all quivery inside.
    “Great.” He shook his head. “You go ahead and laugh, but it’s not that easy to hide it, you know? Not to mention that I want to kiss you so badly right now that I could come in my pants just thinking about it.”
    She used his bulging forearms for balance and lifted up on her toes, kissing him lightly on the lips. He grabbed her arms and deepened the kiss. When they drew apart, she asked, “Will that hold you over?”
    “No. It won’t hold me over. Now I’ll be like this all day.”
    She loved the way the muscles in his arms twitched when he was nervous, and the way he held her possessively, as if he couldn’t stand the idea of her walking away.
    “Well, I can’t exactly help you with that now, can I?” she teased.
    Jack began pacing again.
    “Why are you so twitchy?” she asked.
    “I’m not twitchy,” he barked.
    “Horny?” she teased.
    He stopped pacing and stared at her.
    “I guess two years is a really long time,” she said.
    “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t know what I want. No. I do know what I want, but…” He lifted his eyebrows flirtatiously.
    “Stop.” She laughed. Inside she was jumping up and down, silently cheering, Yes! God, yes! She glanced back at the camp and noticed that everyone’s backpacks were sealed up tight and they were milling around, probably waiting for her and Jack so they could get started on their activities for the day. None of them were looking their way, though, so she doubted they’d seen them kiss.
    “We have to go,” Jack said.
    “Jack, I know you have a job to do here, and I don’t want to get in your way.”
    “You can’t get in my way,” he said with a cold tone.
    She felt her face fall.
    “I’m sorry. Shit. See? I’m frustrated and I’m going to be a bastard to you. I know I am. I don’t remember how not to be.” He touched her arm, then dropped his hand. “I gotta stop touching you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and then pulled them out quickly.
    “Jack.” She could see him working himself up into a frenzy. As an attorney, she’d seen it with her clients a million times. When they were pulled out of the attitudes they wore like shields, the feelings they’d hidden for so long wreaked havoc with their emotions and sent them into the same frenetic state.
    “I’m sorry if—” he began.
    “Jack.”
    “I don’t mean to—”
    “Jack!” she said firmly.
    He opened his mouth to speak, and she touched his cheek, forcing him to stop trying to talk and focus on her.
    “You’re not going to be a bastard to me because I won’t let you.” Startled at her own vehemence, she wondered why she’d been so weak with Connor when she could be so strong for Jack.
    He stared down at her