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something that was so normal to me and my line of work, this particular vision actually made me sad.
I shrugged off the dread that came with the notion of Stella leaving and ogled her appearance from afar. My Sunshine looked as gorgeous as always. Her blonde waves bounced as she strode down the driveway in my direction. Her tiny hips swayed beneath the light, flowing material of her skirt. Mesmerized by her effortless beauty, I nearly forgot to get out of the car and act a gentleman. I somehow unloaded my mind of all the things I hoped we’d do tonight, and jumped out of my seat to meet her at the hood of my Jeep.
I had an insane urge to start this date off the way most people ended one—with a kiss. Her lips shone with gloss in the late day sun, and tempted me to take a taste.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice cracked when she asked, but her eyes gave her away. She loved the way I stared at her.
I didn’t want to tell her why. I wanted to show her. But at the risk of ruining the night before it even started, I tamed the need for my lips to claim hers and hooked an arm around her neck to bring her in for a hug. “You look beautiful,” I said, and sucked in the scent of her sweet perfume and coconut shampoo.
“Thank you. You look really nice, too.”
She’d seen me barely-clothed in swim trunks, dressed to the nines in a tux, and sporting my favorite pair of jeans, but tonight—judging from the way the words floated off her tongue in a breathy whisper—I knew she liked what she saw. We were on even ground—finally. This would be a night to remember.
Stella
He looked good enough to eat. I wasn’t sure if it was the euphoric high of letting go of my inhibitions or if Jack was always this easy on the eyes. Either way, I couldn’t keep still, giddy with anticipation and so much more.
“Where are you taking me, huh?” I tried to sound calm and cool even though my insides were anything but. My heart raced, and the tingling ache between my legs—Jesus, I’d never been so turned on. For the first time since I started dating, I had the urge to tell the guy to skip all the wining and dining hoopla and take me to his bed. I’d have no idea what to do once I got there, but something about giving it up to Jack had me clenching my thighs to contain all my unexpected urges.
“You hungry?”
Was I ever! But not for food. I wanted to devour Jack and savor every last drop.
Jack kept his focus on the road, but glanced over to me and clearly noted the way I was fidgeting. “A little tense about the flight?” he joked—a line I recognized from one of my favorite comedies—as he stared at my twiddling hands.
“Nope. Just thinking.”
“About?”
God, if you only knew, Jack Davis. “What kind of food I’m in the mood for.”
Jack squinted one eye and ran his teeth across his plump lower lip. “Ever been to that Italian place on 30 th ?”
I scrunched up my nose, worried he would suggest something like The Olive Garden. “I’m really picky about where I eat Italian. My mother makes a killer gravy that kind of ruined my faith in every restaurant in America, west of Brooklyn.”
Shaking his head, he blurted, “Snob.”
“Seriously, don’t knock it till you try it. Mom should bottle that stuff and sell it.”
“Give Ragu a run for its money?”
“You have no idea.”
“Okay, so no Italian. How about Mexican?”
The ease of our conversation took my mind off all the things I wanted to do to my date—momentarily—but the idea of a formal meal and more talking . . . I wanted something off a different kind of menu. There was no subtle way to put it. “You know what? Why don’t we skip the fancy schmancy and just get some take out?”
Arching a brow, a smirk twisted Jack’s stubble coated face. “You’re trying to get in my pants, aren’t you?”
I was by no means shy or prudish, but hearing him say it—out loud—made me wish I could melt into his leather seat. I
I shrugged off the dread that came with the notion of Stella leaving and ogled her appearance from afar. My Sunshine looked as gorgeous as always. Her blonde waves bounced as she strode down the driveway in my direction. Her tiny hips swayed beneath the light, flowing material of her skirt. Mesmerized by her effortless beauty, I nearly forgot to get out of the car and act a gentleman. I somehow unloaded my mind of all the things I hoped we’d do tonight, and jumped out of my seat to meet her at the hood of my Jeep.
I had an insane urge to start this date off the way most people ended one—with a kiss. Her lips shone with gloss in the late day sun, and tempted me to take a taste.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice cracked when she asked, but her eyes gave her away. She loved the way I stared at her.
I didn’t want to tell her why. I wanted to show her. But at the risk of ruining the night before it even started, I tamed the need for my lips to claim hers and hooked an arm around her neck to bring her in for a hug. “You look beautiful,” I said, and sucked in the scent of her sweet perfume and coconut shampoo.
“Thank you. You look really nice, too.”
She’d seen me barely-clothed in swim trunks, dressed to the nines in a tux, and sporting my favorite pair of jeans, but tonight—judging from the way the words floated off her tongue in a breathy whisper—I knew she liked what she saw. We were on even ground—finally. This would be a night to remember.
Stella
He looked good enough to eat. I wasn’t sure if it was the euphoric high of letting go of my inhibitions or if Jack was always this easy on the eyes. Either way, I couldn’t keep still, giddy with anticipation and so much more.
“Where are you taking me, huh?” I tried to sound calm and cool even though my insides were anything but. My heart raced, and the tingling ache between my legs—Jesus, I’d never been so turned on. For the first time since I started dating, I had the urge to tell the guy to skip all the wining and dining hoopla and take me to his bed. I’d have no idea what to do once I got there, but something about giving it up to Jack had me clenching my thighs to contain all my unexpected urges.
“You hungry?”
Was I ever! But not for food. I wanted to devour Jack and savor every last drop.
Jack kept his focus on the road, but glanced over to me and clearly noted the way I was fidgeting. “A little tense about the flight?” he joked—a line I recognized from one of my favorite comedies—as he stared at my twiddling hands.
“Nope. Just thinking.”
“About?”
God, if you only knew, Jack Davis. “What kind of food I’m in the mood for.”
Jack squinted one eye and ran his teeth across his plump lower lip. “Ever been to that Italian place on 30 th ?”
I scrunched up my nose, worried he would suggest something like The Olive Garden. “I’m really picky about where I eat Italian. My mother makes a killer gravy that kind of ruined my faith in every restaurant in America, west of Brooklyn.”
Shaking his head, he blurted, “Snob.”
“Seriously, don’t knock it till you try it. Mom should bottle that stuff and sell it.”
“Give Ragu a run for its money?”
“You have no idea.”
“Okay, so no Italian. How about Mexican?”
The ease of our conversation took my mind off all the things I wanted to do to my date—momentarily—but the idea of a formal meal and more talking . . . I wanted something off a different kind of menu. There was no subtle way to put it. “You know what? Why don’t we skip the fancy schmancy and just get some take out?”
Arching a brow, a smirk twisted Jack’s stubble coated face. “You’re trying to get in my pants, aren’t you?”
I was by no means shy or prudish, but hearing him say it—out loud—made me wish I could melt into his leather seat. I
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