Monday, June 23, 2008
Guess that Book
I thought I would have a little fun this week and play a game. I am posting an excerpt from a favorite book of mine. All you have to do is read the excerpt and figure out what book it's from. I think this one is pretty easy, at least I hope so. If you haven't read the book, after reading the following passage I am sure you will want too! Hee, hee, hee, I know I am sooooo eeeevviiiillll! I'll be happy to give hints if you need them, but I don't think you will. Have fun and happy reading!
He re-covered the car as tenderly as a mother covers a sleeping infant. Wordlessly he fished his keys out of his jeans pocket and held them out to her.
She took them, then looked down at her clothes. “I’m wet.”
“I know,” he replied. “I’ve been looking at your nipples.”
Her mouth fell open, and she quickly clamped her hands over the pertinent portions of her wet T-shirt. “Why didn’t you say something?” she demanded hotly.
He made a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “What, you think I’m crazy?”
“It would serve you right if I drove your truck without changing clothes!”
He shrugged. “After you let me see this, plus your nipples, I guess I owe you.”
She started to argue that she hadn’t let him see her nipples, that he had looked without her permission; then she remembered that she had seen a lot more than his nipples that morning and decided not to bring up the subject.
Like he was going to give her the choice. “Besides,” he pointed out, “you saw my cock. That has to be worth more points than nipples.”
“Hah,” she said. “Value is in the eye of the beholder. And I did tell you to cover up, if you’ll remember.”
“After you’d watched for how long?”
“Only long enough to call Mrs. Kulavich and get your number,” she said self-righteously, because it was the truth. So what if she’d had to chat with Mrs. Kulavich for a minute? “And you didn’t seem to think it was important enough to cover up. No, you waved it around like you were starting a race with it.”
“I was enticing you.”
“You were not! You didn’t know I was looking.”
He arched an eyebrow.
She threw the keys back at him. “I wouldn’t drive your truck now if you begged me! It probably has cooties in it! You lech, you disgusting … disgusting penis-waver—“
He fielded the keys with one hand. “Are you saying you weren’t enticed?”
She started to tell him she hadn’t felt even a twinge of enticement, but her tongue refused to utter what would have been the biggest lie of her life.
He smirked. “Thought so.”
There was only one way to recover the upper hand. J--- put her hands on her hips, letting her nipples thrust against the thin wet layers of bra and T-shirt. Like a laser-guided missile, his gaze homed in on the front of her shirt. She saw him swallow.
“You don’t play fair,” he said thickly.
She smirked in retaliation for his smirk. “Remember that,” she said, and turned to leave the garage.
He slipped past her. “I go first,” he said. “I want to see you stepping into the sunlight.”
Her hands clamped back in position over her breasts.
“Spoilsport,” he muttered.