Page 57 of The Art of Loving Lacy
“Yeah.” She shrugged. “We know so much about each other, but there’s stuff we don’t know. It might be fun to find out more about each other.” Lacy placed her palm on the couch and leaned toward him. “Unless there are skeletons in your closet, of course.”
“I’m an open book, Lace. I’ll tell you anything.” He downed the rest of his wine. If she moved any closer, he’d have to kiss her. The blouse of her dress bloomed open, and Dane couldn’t stop his eyes from dropping to the groove between her breasts. She leaned back, just enough to right the neckline. Dane knew just how good her body felt, and knowing she wasn’t wearing a bra made it even more difficult for him to quell the urges that had been building all day.
Dane refilled his glass and Lacy threw her head back and finished hers in one swift swallow, then held the empty glass out toward Dane.
“Okay, here goes. Truth or dare?” she said.
“Truth or dare? I thought we were talking.” He arched a brow.I like where this is going.He could think of about ten things he’d like to dare her to do.
“This is more fun. I just thought of it. Okay, truth…or dare?” She finished the wine he’d given her, and he took his cue and did the same.
This is getting interesting.
Before he could reach for the bottle, Lacy had it in her hand and refilled their glasses.
“Truth,” he said, although he was dying to know what her dare might be.
“Okay, this is an easy one. Favorite ice cream?” she asked.
“That’s not as easy as it sounds. My favorite depends on where I am. If I’m at Ben & Jerry’s, it would be Cherry Garcia, but if I’m at Baskin-Robbins, it’s definitely mint chocolate chip.”
Lacy twisted a lock of hair around her finger. “Good choices,” she said. “Your turn.”
Dane watched Lacy finish her wine. “Are you okay, Lace?”
“Yeah, just a little nervous. Wine helps,” she said.
“Why are you so nervous? We just spent the day together,” he said.
“Truth?” she asked.
“That’s what I’d prefer,” he answered.
Lacy slipped her feet from her sandals and used the toes of her right foot to scratch the top of her left. “Because I’m trying really hard not to fall for you.”
He finished his wine in one gulp. Too nervous to figure out if he should tell her that he felt exactly the same way and too afraid that if he did, she’d get scared and send him away, he said, “We have a deal. No falling.”
“I know,” she said.
“That wasn’t my question, right? Truth or dare?” Dane couldn’t think of a single appropriate question. He mulled over the ones that were racing through his mind.May I kiss you? Can I run my fingers through your hair? How long do I have to wait to touch you?
“Dare,” she said, narrowing her blue eyes in a seductive, wanting gaze.
Oh, man.Dare? What was appropriate for a dare? All Dane could think of were the dares they used to give each other as kids.I dare you to streak across the yard. I dare you to peek into the girl’s locker room shower window. I dare you to steal a beer from Dad’s stash.
“Dare it is,” he said. “Lace, I’m not very good at these games.” She’d turned into some type of seductress, and now that the tables were turned, he was afraid to dare her to do the wrong thing. Should he ask for something sexual? Is that what she’d expect? Or maybe she was just acting sexy but didn’t want him to go that far.
“Go on, but be gentle. I haven’t played this in twenty years,” she said.
“Okay. I dare you to get another bottle of wine from your fridge.”What the heck was that?
Lacy smiled. “I can handle that.”
Good. Now I can choose dare and see where we’re headed.He watched her carry another wine bottle back to the living room. Each sway of her hips pumped more desire through his veins. She sat beside him, her leg touching his thigh.
She filled the glasses and handed him one.
“I thought you wanted to eat dinner,” Dane said.
