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her life, she decided. Jump first and damn the consequences.
Jack extended his hand towards her, palm up. His body had shifted, both knees flush against hers so that all she had to do was lean forward — five , maybe six inches and she could touch her lips to his. Err, not that that was the plan....
Val wrapped her hand around his wrist, tugging it towards her mouth lightly. He was relaxed, his fingers loose but lightly curled as he waited for her to do something.
Her gaze flashed to his and she smiled.
There was nowhere else in the world she'd rather be right now, and she knew, staring into his eyes, that she'd remember this moment for the rest of her life: the warmth of his hand, the expression on his face.
Leaning forward, she touched her tongue to the back of his wrist. Jack jerked a little but tried to keep his hand still while she licked him.
His knuckles whitened on the shot glass in his other hand.
She pulled back, her tongue tingling from the touch of his skin. Val felt herself blushing and quickly poured salt on his damp hand. She went to lick her own hand, moving quickly, trying to get beyond her own embarrassment, but he made a noise and she stilled.
“ Turn about ’s fair play,” Jack said, his voice slightly husky.
Val thought his comment should have been corny but it wasn't. He was so sexy he could get away with almost anything.
Jack took her hand in his and she noticed how warm and large his hand was compared to hers. He pulled her hand towards his mouth and caught her gaze, refusing to look away.
Gulp .
She watched her hand go towards his mouth, felt his tongue on her skin.
His touch was gentle. Jack was coiled and lethal, focused and practical. This wasn't practical, it was very, very sexual and Val felt like she'd been waiting her whole life for Jack to look at her like she was edible. He tapped the salt shaker, coating the damp mark on her skin.
“Bottom's up,” he said, almost in a heavy sigh.
Val couldn't help it, “These double entendres are coming hard and fast, you know.”
The shot was to his mouth, the liquid on his tongue and she knew he just about spit it out because he was laughing so hard. He got it down but not without a struggle. His eyes were red and he shook himself exaggeratedly, as though the tequila was vile.
Which it was.
He put the glass down with a cough. “There is no one like you Val.”
“Do you want to drink to that?” Her eyes were still watering from the fiery taste, but she waved her little glass at him in challenge.
He shook his head in an emphatic no and turned a bit somber. They went back to playing the game and enough time passed that they each had seven or eight hotels. Every time someone landed on a hotel they had to drink, and it wasn’t long before they were both tipsy.
The game had gone on for over two hours when Cyndi Lauper’s , “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” came on Pop up Video.
Jack was almost out of money and heavily mortgaged. She was happy and relaxed; alcohol, Jack and victory all contributing to her good mood.
“Did you see my talent show video from sixth grade where we 'performed'” She used air quotes so that he knew she was using the term loosely, “this song?”
“I haven't had enough alcohol for that. I'm gonna need another shot.”
Without hesitation, she poured him another one and he drank it. It was a strict no contact shot, understood without words. After the third one she thought she moaned a little when he licked her, and they hadn't done it since.
Cyndi was belting it out now and Val decided to go for stupid. If in doubt, choose excess. It was a motto somewhere , right? She kicked off her shoes and stood on top of the coffee table, the little monopoly dog biting into her heel. She squawked and kicked it away. Val started doing her dance routine from years ago. It consisted of lots of high kicking,
Jack extended his hand towards her, palm up. His body had shifted, both knees flush against hers so that all she had to do was lean forward — five , maybe six inches and she could touch her lips to his. Err, not that that was the plan....
Val wrapped her hand around his wrist, tugging it towards her mouth lightly. He was relaxed, his fingers loose but lightly curled as he waited for her to do something.
Her gaze flashed to his and she smiled.
There was nowhere else in the world she'd rather be right now, and she knew, staring into his eyes, that she'd remember this moment for the rest of her life: the warmth of his hand, the expression on his face.
Leaning forward, she touched her tongue to the back of his wrist. Jack jerked a little but tried to keep his hand still while she licked him.
His knuckles whitened on the shot glass in his other hand.
She pulled back, her tongue tingling from the touch of his skin. Val felt herself blushing and quickly poured salt on his damp hand. She went to lick her own hand, moving quickly, trying to get beyond her own embarrassment, but he made a noise and she stilled.
“ Turn about ’s fair play,” Jack said, his voice slightly husky.
Val thought his comment should have been corny but it wasn't. He was so sexy he could get away with almost anything.
Jack took her hand in his and she noticed how warm and large his hand was compared to hers. He pulled her hand towards his mouth and caught her gaze, refusing to look away.
Gulp .
She watched her hand go towards his mouth, felt his tongue on her skin.
His touch was gentle. Jack was coiled and lethal, focused and practical. This wasn't practical, it was very, very sexual and Val felt like she'd been waiting her whole life for Jack to look at her like she was edible. He tapped the salt shaker, coating the damp mark on her skin.
“Bottom's up,” he said, almost in a heavy sigh.
Val couldn't help it, “These double entendres are coming hard and fast, you know.”
The shot was to his mouth, the liquid on his tongue and she knew he just about spit it out because he was laughing so hard. He got it down but not without a struggle. His eyes were red and he shook himself exaggeratedly, as though the tequila was vile.
Which it was.
He put the glass down with a cough. “There is no one like you Val.”
“Do you want to drink to that?” Her eyes were still watering from the fiery taste, but she waved her little glass at him in challenge.
He shook his head in an emphatic no and turned a bit somber. They went back to playing the game and enough time passed that they each had seven or eight hotels. Every time someone landed on a hotel they had to drink, and it wasn’t long before they were both tipsy.
The game had gone on for over two hours when Cyndi Lauper’s , “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” came on Pop up Video.
Jack was almost out of money and heavily mortgaged. She was happy and relaxed; alcohol, Jack and victory all contributing to her good mood.
“Did you see my talent show video from sixth grade where we 'performed'” She used air quotes so that he knew she was using the term loosely, “this song?”
“I haven't had enough alcohol for that. I'm gonna need another shot.”
Without hesitation, she poured him another one and he drank it. It was a strict no contact shot, understood without words. After the third one she thought she moaned a little when he licked her, and they hadn't done it since.
Cyndi was belting it out now and Val decided to go for stupid. If in doubt, choose excess. It was a motto somewhere , right? She kicked off her shoes and stood on top of the coffee table, the little monopoly dog biting into her heel. She squawked and kicked it away. Val started doing her dance routine from years ago. It consisted of lots of high kicking,
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