Teasing Tuesday…All Jacked Up

October 12, 2010

Since this book comes out in print next Tuesday — yay!! — here’s one of my favorite scenes — 🙂

ALL JACKED UP
Lorelei James
October 19th, 2010
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Jack’s gaze zeroed in on her mouth. “Playing fast and loose will only
encourage me to play the same. Be certain you’re prepared for what that
entails.”

Yikes. “Speaking of favorite foods, yours is some kind of wild game that
fits with your personality. Boar?”

His lips lifted. “Wrong. This round goes to me. My favorite food is
homemade meatloaf. Followed closely by mashed potatoes and gravy.
Followed closely by corn on the cob.”

“Holy crap. That’s so…Midwestern of you, GQ.”

“Surprised?”

“Very.” Down home cooking appealed to Jack more than haute cuisine? Man.
He’d surprised her like four times today. “Your turn to guess. What’s my
favorite movie?”

“Easy. The Princess Bride.” He grinned. “What’s mine?”

“The Jerk,” she shot back.

Jack laughed. A deep, rumbly, sexy sound and she caught herself wanting
to smile and sigh at the same time.

“Try again.”

“Jackass?” she tossed out.

More laughter.

“Okay. I give.”

“True Lies,” he said.

“That seems appropriate.”

Silence.

Keely fiddled with the straw, rolling it back and forth in the condensation.

Jack snatched her restless hand, stopping the movement.

Talk about big hands. Not soft, girly hands either, but rough. Manly.
His fingers were long and thick, sprinkled with just enough dark hair to
be masculine, not apelike. God. It’d been forever since she’d had a real
man’s hands stroking her bare skin. Would Jack be gentle? Teasing? Or
forceful?

“Keely?”

She shifted her gaze up. The curiosity or guilt he saw in her eyes
caused a spark of heat to flare in his.

Jack stretched across the table until their mouths were a kiss apart.
“We’re fucking kidding ourselves that we can keep this platonic for much
longer.”

The growly timbre of his voice destroyed any smartass comment she
might’ve conjured. She wanted to hear him growling against her throat,
in her ear, on her belly, on the insides of her thighs.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she breathed.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to—”

“Isn’t this sweet, you two lovebirds holding hands and whispering
naughty nothings to each other.”

Keely looked up at India with murder in her eyes.

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