In Jack’s bachelor apartment—the one he used to bring his flings to and spend time alone—he and Jimena kissed passionately on the couch.

His hands began caressing her legs, slowly hiking up her dress and baring her thighs. When his hand moved to touch her center, Jimena stopped him, breathless and nervous.

“Jack…” she murmured against his lips. “Aren’t we going too fast?” She looked at him with worry and fear.

She looked so beautiful and sensual—her flushed skin, her lips swollen and slightly parted, as if she were breathing through them, her breath ragged from arousal. She looked like a tropical nymph, with messy blond hair and eyes full of passion… and doubt.

That last part made him tense.

He was tired of Jimena’s rejections, of having to settle for crumbs. They’d been dating for three months and hadn’t gotten very far in this strange relationship.

“No, Jimena,” he replied, his voice tinged with frustration. “Honestly, we’re moving too slow. And I’m not used to this kind of relatio