Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
It was enough to make a man want unthinkable things.
With her body flush against him, he could let his imagination run wild. He could imagine hauling her high against his body until she wrapped her legs around him. Until he pressed her against the office wall. Or laid her out on his desk.
Dane knew he’d truly gone crazy when he imagined kissing her right here on the cable car. Imagined undoing her blouse and tasting her. Imagined taking a seat and pulling her down to straddle him.
Hell if he wasn’t fully, temptingly aroused when they stepped off the cable car near Ghirardelli Square. How many blocks had that been from Lombard? Five, maybe. He wished the ride had been longer.
“Where to now?” His voice almost cracked.
She looked at him, her gaze dreamy. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she felt the same agonizing need that he did. But of course she didn’t. Cammie was always in control.
Except for that one night twelve years ago.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him, walking backward. “I want an ice cream sundae at Ghirardelli Square.”
He would have given her anything she asked for.
They shared a banana split with butter pecan, cookie dough, and rocky road ice cream, lots of chocolate sauce, whipped cream, nuts, and sprinkles on top.
Who could have known that sharing a sundae would be so sexy? The cramped table forced them to sit close, the sundae between them, with only one spoon. Had he failed to ask for two spoons on purpose? He couldn’t say. But they worked their way through the ice cream with him feeding her a spoonful, then taking one of his own. He was so pathetic he actually relished the lingering taste of her on the spoon.
“Good?” he asked. Hell, it was better than good. It was freaking awesome.
Her pupils were wide, as if he’d stolen her breath, as if he’d stolen a kiss.
“It’s so good.”
He felt her breathlessness deep inside.
Giving her the last bite, he watched her lick the spoon clean. How he wanted to lick her just that way, wanted to feel her tremble with desire.
The way he trembled with desire at this very moment.
When they were done, he grabbed her hand. “That was dessert, but we definitely need a starter.” They dodged tourists on the sidewalk down to Fisherman’s Wharf, where he bought her clam chowder in a bread bowl.
“One spoon again?” she asked.
He couldn’t let her know how badly he had designs on her. This day was for fun and games, but if she thought any of it was real, she might balk.
“They only gave me one. Here, take a bite.” He fed her again, and she groaned at the clam chowder’s creaminess. He opened the bag of oyster crackers and held it out. “You need a chaser.” After pouring a few into her hand, he watched her suck them down.
His insides tensed.
He kept on feeding her, wanting her, kept on remembering that kiss on the island, remembering the golf game and that night in his condo. He was close to losing his mind. If he went on tempting himself this way, he’d lose it completely.
And he could very well lose her.
With the chowder bowl empty, they were heading to Pier 39 when she suddenly dug in her heels and pointed. “We need a balloon animal.”
Her hand in his, the two of them watched as a clown sitting on a camp stool blew up balloons, twisted them into shapes, and handed them to little kids walking by.
Chuckling, Dane murmured into her sweetly fragrant hair, “You want one of those?”
When she nodded, Dane stepped up to the man. “Can you make a dachshund?”
The man rolled his eyes beneath his white face paint and oversized fake lips. Then he blew hard on the balloon, twisting, shaping, laughing, smiling. And finally, he held out a dachshund balloon on his palm.
“For a very pretty lady.” He handed it to Cammie.
Her smile grew like a flower opening. “Thank you. I love it.”
Without a thought, Dane tipped the man a fifty. If he’d had a hundred, he’d have given him that, too, just for the smile the clown had put on her face.
He held her hand as they wandered Pier 39, shared a shrimp cocktail, and stopped to watch the seals.
Then Cammie found it. Though it wasn’t a pet shop, it sold dog toys. Her eyes shone so brightly, he could have kissed her right then.
She held out a… thing.
He looked at it for a long moment. “What is it?”
She laughed. He loved it when she laughed at him. “It’s a log,” she said with exaggerated slowness. “With chipmunks inside.”
Her words didn’t make sense. Until she shook the thing and stuffed chipmunks fell out all over the floor.
Dane couldn’t help laughing as she gathered up the little creatures, stuffing them back inside.