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Authors: Lexxie Couper
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grin. “I promise I won’t mention the size of my shower. Well, no more than twice.”
Ali laughed. Genuinely laughed. The easy sound took her by surprise and she blinked. Who would have thought Jack McKenzie could make her laugh?
But he had, and it felt good. Like she’d suddenly stepped out of the shadows and into the sun. Her life was so devoid of humor at the moment, so grey and gloomy she hadn’t realized just how desperately miserable she was until that very instant. The moment he made her laugh.
Chewing on her lip one more time, she gave him a long, level look. “No mention of your shower and I’ll come.”
“Deal.” Snapping to his feet, Jack crossed the room to stand before her, his eyes suddenly dancing with mischief. “But just out of interest, have I told you how big my bath tub is?”
Driving through the busy Sydney inner-city streets, Jack allowed himself a quick glance at the woman sitting beside him. Was this still part of his desire for revenge on Peterson? Taking Ali out for dinner?
Raking his eyes over her supple sun-kissed limbs, the soft perfection of her curves so enticingly revealed by a sleeveless black dress, he knew it wasn’t. He was taking her out to dinner because he wanted to spend time with her. End of story.
So far the journey to the restaurant had been silent. A sizzling tension filled the air that Jack knew had nothing to do with charter businesses and yachts. He wanted her. Plain and simple. Wanted her more than life itself. His desire—born so long ago and realized that night aboard Wind Seeker —had burst into ravenous life again. Consuming him like a flame. Burning for more.
A sudden snugness in his tailored trousers caused Jack to scowl. Christ, he was so hard it was painful. He needed to get the evening back on track. He wanted to see Ali smile and relax. He couldn’t do that with carnal thoughts and scorching memories in his head. Or a raging erection the size of a yardarm in his pants. “How’s Jenny?” he asked, determined to deflect some of the tension strangling him. He risked another glance at her and for a heavy moment he completely lost focus on the road.
She was looking at him. Studying him with an intensity he hadn’t expected, a longing he couldn’t miss.
“I think the restaurant’s back there.” She pointed over her shoulder, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Jack shot a look in his mirrors. Damn it.
With a scowl and muttered curse, he flung the Ferrari into a sharp U-turn, Ali’s soft chuckles tickling his ears. There she goes again, Jack. Completely throwing you off-kilter.
The restaurant was quite busy by the time they’d entered, Ali’s lips still twitching with laughter at his expense. The desire to lean down and taste her happiness, even if it was at his foolishness was so strong he almost succumbed. His hand sat on the delicate dip of her back, lingering just above the curve of her bottom, her heat seeping into his palm is such a delicious way he could almost feel his blood sing.
Their eyes connected, her stare holding his and he dropped his head…just as the maître d’ arrived.
He bit back another curse. He had to get his act together. Tonight wasn’t about him. It was about Ali. About showing her he wasn’t the complete bastard she thought he was. Mauling her, kissing her every chance he got wasn’t going to do that.
They were waiting for their drinks to arrive before Jack realized she hadn’t answered his earlier question about her mother. “How is Jenny?” he asked again, enjoying the way she looked in the muted glow cast by the restaurant’s soft lighting. She was gorgeous. Stunning. Her eyes were intense pools of blue, the flame from the table’s candle dancing in their depths.
The slightest of pauses followed his query. “Fine,” she answered, before smiling up at the waiter arriving with their drinks. “How was Florida?”
He studied her over the rim of his glass. She was changing the subject. Turps
Ali laughed. Genuinely laughed. The easy sound took her by surprise and she blinked. Who would have thought Jack McKenzie could make her laugh?
But he had, and it felt good. Like she’d suddenly stepped out of the shadows and into the sun. Her life was so devoid of humor at the moment, so grey and gloomy she hadn’t realized just how desperately miserable she was until that very instant. The moment he made her laugh.
Chewing on her lip one more time, she gave him a long, level look. “No mention of your shower and I’ll come.”
“Deal.” Snapping to his feet, Jack crossed the room to stand before her, his eyes suddenly dancing with mischief. “But just out of interest, have I told you how big my bath tub is?”
Driving through the busy Sydney inner-city streets, Jack allowed himself a quick glance at the woman sitting beside him. Was this still part of his desire for revenge on Peterson? Taking Ali out for dinner?
Raking his eyes over her supple sun-kissed limbs, the soft perfection of her curves so enticingly revealed by a sleeveless black dress, he knew it wasn’t. He was taking her out to dinner because he wanted to spend time with her. End of story.
So far the journey to the restaurant had been silent. A sizzling tension filled the air that Jack knew had nothing to do with charter businesses and yachts. He wanted her. Plain and simple. Wanted her more than life itself. His desire—born so long ago and realized that night aboard Wind Seeker —had burst into ravenous life again. Consuming him like a flame. Burning for more.
A sudden snugness in his tailored trousers caused Jack to scowl. Christ, he was so hard it was painful. He needed to get the evening back on track. He wanted to see Ali smile and relax. He couldn’t do that with carnal thoughts and scorching memories in his head. Or a raging erection the size of a yardarm in his pants. “How’s Jenny?” he asked, determined to deflect some of the tension strangling him. He risked another glance at her and for a heavy moment he completely lost focus on the road.
She was looking at him. Studying him with an intensity he hadn’t expected, a longing he couldn’t miss.
“I think the restaurant’s back there.” She pointed over her shoulder, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Jack shot a look in his mirrors. Damn it.
With a scowl and muttered curse, he flung the Ferrari into a sharp U-turn, Ali’s soft chuckles tickling his ears. There she goes again, Jack. Completely throwing you off-kilter.
The restaurant was quite busy by the time they’d entered, Ali’s lips still twitching with laughter at his expense. The desire to lean down and taste her happiness, even if it was at his foolishness was so strong he almost succumbed. His hand sat on the delicate dip of her back, lingering just above the curve of her bottom, her heat seeping into his palm is such a delicious way he could almost feel his blood sing.
Their eyes connected, her stare holding his and he dropped his head…just as the maître d’ arrived.
He bit back another curse. He had to get his act together. Tonight wasn’t about him. It was about Ali. About showing her he wasn’t the complete bastard she thought he was. Mauling her, kissing her every chance he got wasn’t going to do that.
They were waiting for their drinks to arrive before Jack realized she hadn’t answered his earlier question about her mother. “How is Jenny?” he asked again, enjoying the way she looked in the muted glow cast by the restaurant’s soft lighting. She was gorgeous. Stunning. Her eyes were intense pools of blue, the flame from the table’s candle dancing in their depths.
The slightest of pauses followed his query. “Fine,” she answered, before smiling up at the waiter arriving with their drinks. “How was Florida?”
He studied her over the rim of his glass. She was changing the subject. Turps
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