Make Your Move - By Samantha Hunter Page 0,10
they’d stay in, order some takeout, and she could work off this nervous energy that was building inside her. They’d both get what they wanted, and that would be that. She knew there wouldn’t be a third date.
Although having him at her place for the evening could give him ideas, she thought, munching and sipping the ice-cold milk. If she was going to do it, maybe better to go out. A quickie at a restaurant that had handy coat closets sounded fun. She could find some darkened corner where she could sneak her science geek away.
The idea had merit, she noticed, her nipples hardening a little as she closed her eyes and thought about what she and Dan could do in the dark corner of a crowded little coat closet, other patrons passing by only a few feet away.
She almost dropped her half-eaten cookie to the floor. Dan? No…she meant Jason.
She was getting her scientists mixed up. Peeking down at her traitorous nipples, she said sternly to herself, “Stop that. This thing you have about Dan is so not going to happen!”
Finishing her cookies, she took a deep breath and headed over to the counter, surprised to see the object of her minifantasy had just walked through the door of the shop.
“Hey Jodie—how’s it going?” Dan said, smiling. He didn’t usually come by the store so often, not that she was complaining.
He seemed casual enough, but something was different. She narrowed her eyes, trying to figure it out.
“Surprised to see you in here again so soon,” she said lightly, studying him and feeling her cheeks heat, no doubt because a few minutes earlier she’d been thinking about the two of them groping each other in close quarters.
“I was out for a Sunday morning walk, and wanted something sweet,” he said, looking at her so closely her cheeks turned warm. What the heck was going on?
He looked so…hot. Dan was always good-looking in his Clark Kent kind of way, but when had it ever hit her that he was really sexy? As in, come over here behind the counter baby and I’ll give you something sweet sexy?
She cleared her throat. “Well, we’re pretty picked over from the Sunday morning rush, but you’re still partner in this place. Help yourself,” she said, trying to smile, crossing her arms casually over her traitorous breasts.
Dan walked behind the counter, perusing the case. He moved to where she stood, and she inhaled his cologne—since when did Dan wear cologne?
“You—you’re wearing cologne,” she said lamely.
“Yeah. Do you like it?”
If the way she was suddenly aching in particular spots meant anything, then yes, she could say she did.
“It’s unusual for you,” she replied, her voice breathless. Maybe she was allergic to the scent, she realized, her mind feeling a bit fuzzy.
What the heck was happening here? She stepped away, but Dan traveled down the length of the case with her. He didn’t pay any attention to her. He simply glanced through all the goodies as if deciding what he wanted.
She knew what she wanted, unfortunately, squeezing her thighs together beneath the apron, a small moan escaping her lips.
Then he straightened and faced her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, uh, I didn’t sleep well last night,” she lied.
There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, and his sandy-brown hair looked…soft. She itched to touch it.
“You’d never know it. You look gorgeous today. As usual,” he said in a low, sexy tone that seemed to rumble through her core.
“Thanks. You seem…different,” she said, again lacking for words as lust fogged her brain.
Dan, Dan, Dan, her mind yelled, as if trying to get her lust-saturated brain to recognize how wrong this was. They were friends. They’d never looked at each other this way. She could tell by the way his hazel irises darkened, the pupils expanding, that he was responding to her, too.
The cookies. She’d eaten two of the cookies, and she was already missing sex over the last few weeks. Obviously, it was starting to affect her. Him, too.
He stared at her deeply, his eyes hungry, as if he wanted to pounce on her and bite her…in the best possible way.
“Oh, no,” she whispered, backing up and finding only the wall behind her.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“It’s the cookies, Dan, I had some cookies…that’s all. If you’re feeling a little, uh, turned on, that’s why. It’s not me. It’s the cookies,” she babbled desperately as he stepped in closer.
Oh my, she thought, when something very prominent in his pants brushed her thigh. Her insides