Page 151 of Over the Edge

It appeared Jack was as straightforward in his personal life as he was when pursuing a case. No beating around the bush with this guy.

Also fine with her.

And as long ashewas being so honest ...

“I had the same thought.”

His lips flexed. “And here I was afraid I might be rushing you. I mean, we only met a month ago.” He reached over and stroked gentle fingers down her cheek.

At this proximity, it was hard not to drown in his blue eyes.

She tried to keep breathing. “You’re not rushing me.”

“Good to know.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Under normal circumstances, that would be my cue for a kiss. But much as I’d like to follow my inclinations, I don’t think your lips are up to the job today.”

Neither did she, dang it. Just getting the food past them had been painful, careful as she’d been.

“Sad to say, they aren’t. On the plus side, though, I’m a fast healer. I ought to be back in fighting—or kissing—form in a few days. I still have your cheesecake too, if you need an extra enticement to drop by again soon.”

“I know that will be delicious, but I have a much more enticing sweet treat on my mind.” He gave her a slow smile. “As for dropping by ... I may outwear my welcome.”

“Not possible.”

“Also good to know.” He lifted her hand, carefully avoiding her damaged wrist. “Since your lips are off-limits, let’s try this on for size.”

He raised her hand higher. Kissed the back. Moved on to each knuckle. Continued to each finger. Turned her hand over and pressed his lips to her palm.

The temperature in the room skyrocketed.

For kissing that didn’t involve the melding of mouths, this was beyond potent.

And it got more potent when he edged even closer and began to trail kisses along her jawline. Up onto her cheek. Across to her earlobe.

Whew.

She tipped her head to give him better access, closed her eyes, and sank back onto the couch.

If this was any indication of his kissing power, an actual lip-lock would be off the charts.

“You okay with all this?” As he spoke the question, the warmth of his breath feathered across her cheek.

“Mm-hmm.” It was all she could manage.

He dipped lower to nuzzle her neck.

Someone purred.

Good heavens. Was that her?

Jack’s throaty chuckle provided the answer. “I think I found the lady’s sweet spot.”

“I think you found all of them—that I know of.”

“Won’t it be fun to discover the rest?”

At that delicious notion, a shiver of delight rippled through her. “I’m in. And once I have my lips back, turnabout will be fair play.”

He eased back far enough to see her face. “I like how you think, Lindsey Barnes. In fact, I like you period.”

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