Intoxicated by Jeana E. Mann

Author:Jeana E. Mann
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-02-04T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

At the top of the steps to the apartment, Jack paused long enough to unlock the door.

“You live here?” she asked. “We are literally ten steps from the bar.”

“Uh, well, Randy lives here. Technically, I’m between places right now.”

Ally waited behind him, wordless and subdued. Was she feeling the same hum of anticipation? The ambivalent expression on her face offered no clues. He rubbed his sweaty palms across his jeans; he hadn’t been this nervous with a girl since middle school. Even as a gawky adolescent he’d held the upper hand in his relationships. Ally, however, left him constantly off balance. He swung open the door and stepped over the threshold. Tasha had done her best to pick up the place while he and Randy closed down the bar, but it still looked like the trashy shithole he’d left earlier that day.

“Hang out here for just a minute — okay?”

Ally nodded her assent and leaned against the door frame for support while he scoured the place for anything shocking or disgusting. For the first time, he saw the place through someone else’s eyes — her eyes. Fleeting disapproval flickered across her face before that damned mask slid into place and hid her thoughts from view. God only knew what lurked behind that calm expression. After a quick tour, he returned and gave her a smile meant to put her at ease but probably came across as more of a leer. He wiped his palms on his jeans again and held out a hand in invitation.

“All clear,” he said. After a moment’s hesitation, she took his hand and followed him through the living room to the sofa. “Pretty impressive, huh?” That brought a smile to her face and he relaxed a bit.

“I don’t care about your place, Jack. I’m here to be with you.” He remained unconvinced. “What were you looking for anyway? Groupies?” A slight smile twitched across her lips.

“Yeah and dirty underwear.”

“I thought you didn’t wear underwear,” she shot back. “Or did you mean panties from your groupies?”

“Well, I never really know what I’ll find up here,” he replied, unable to hold back his grin. “Like I said, this is Randy’s crash pad and he’s a pig. Want something to drink?”

“No, thank you. I’m pretty lit up already.”

He fell onto the sofa, tugged her hand, and pulled her onto his lap. The sudden request caught her off guard. She squeaked as she fell across his legs.

“I like that noise you make,” he said, nuzzling into her hair. The fine strands smelled like strawberry shampoo and tickled his nose as he brushed them aside. She’d left her hair down after the thump on her head. The heavy locks spilled haphazardly down her back and over her shoulders.

“What noise?” She struggled to push back from him, but he tightened his grasp and held her against his chest. As his tongue swept the shell of her ear, she squeaked again, wriggling on his lap and sending all the blood straight to his groin.

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