Raging Fires by Candace Camp
Chapter Thirty-Two
Later, as they strolled back to their car, hands loosely linked, Jake said, “I thought we could go out for dinner this evening.”
“Sandwich and chips?” Kelli joked.
“Nah. Old school style, like a fancy French restaurant where I have to wear a tie and you can dress up and wear those red high heels.”
“Maybe I don’t still have those red high heels.” She knew the ones he meant; she didn’t think she’d ever worn those shoes that she and Jake hadn’t wound up in bed… usually before they could even get out the door.
Jake snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Okay, maybe I do have them,” Kelli admitted. “This sounds suspiciously like a seduction date.”
“Well, duh.” He flashed her a smile that was itself pretty seductive. “I’ve been watching you climb around in those shorts for two hours.”
“At least you’re honest about it,” Kelli laughed. And maybe it was time to reach out for what she wanted. Hadn’t she just decided she was going to relax and stop letting the past rule her life?
He bent his head toward hers, his breath ruffling her hair, and in a low voice said, “You know where I want to be. I’ve never made it a secret.”
Just his words started heat spreading through her, and she looked up at him, saying in an equally soft voice, “And where is that?”
His eyes sparked. “Inside you, Kell. Inside you so deep and hard, nothing else matters.”
Oh, yeah. She was definitely wearing the red heels tonight.