He knocked again, and the door swung slowly open, revealing Lacy in a dark blue, off-the-shoulder minidress and sandals, a nervous smile inching across her lips.
“Hi.” She leaned against the door, looking up at him through wayward curls that hung in front of her eyes.
“You look beautiful,” he said. Why am I so nervous? He kissed her cheek and couldn’t miss the coconut scent of her shampoo. “Mm. You smell nice, too.”
“So do you,” she said, closing the door behind him.
The glass doors to the deck were drawn wide open; the sheer curtains blew in the breeze.
“You brought wine,” she said, eyeing the bottle. “Let’s open it.”
He followed her through the living room to the connecting kitchen. His eyes were drawn to the fabric stretched across her hips, the fine outline of a thong evident beneath the sheer material. He felt a familiar tightening between his legs, and he drew his eyes away from Lacy, settling them on the counter beside her.
“I’m glad you called,” he said.
She handed him a corkscrew, and he went to work opening the wine, a much appreciated distraction.
“I can never open those things. The corks just get me all befuddled,” Lacy said. “I’m always afraid I’ll drop the bottle or I’ll stab myself with the corkscrew.”
“Well, consider me your personal cork remover,” he said, trying not to stare at the silky, tanned skin of her shoulder. “How did you open the wine last night?”
“Screw top,” she said.
He lifted his eyes and met hers. She shrugged. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“I guess so,” Dane said. He filled their glasses, and they went into the living room and sat on the couch. When Lacy sat, her dress hiked up even farther, revealing the crests of her thighs. She angled her knees toward Dane, and he stretched one arm over the back of the couch.
“I was really proud of you today,” he said. “I’m sure that wasn’t easy for you, seeing the sharks, touching the pups.”
Lacy looked at her glass; then she looked up at Dane through her curls. He reached over and used one finger to draw the curls from in front of her eyes.
“I was proud of myself, too,” she said. “So…you called Danica?”
Dane closed his eyes. Danica had promised not to tell Lacy unless she asked. I guess she asked. He took a deep breath, ready to be chastised for going behind her back—again. He looked her in the eyes. “Yes. I’m sorry, Lace, but I wanted to help and she knows you so well and she was a therapist. I know you trust her, so…”
Lacy smiled, then looked down. “It’s okay.” She lifted her eyes to his. “I’m glad you did. That means you care, but just so you know, I don’t like things to be done behind my back. Next time, just tell me or suggest it to me.”
He let out the breath he’d held in as she spoke. “I talked to her before you even agreed to see me. I couldn’t have mentioned it to you, but I probably should have mentioned it before you found out on your own.”
“Dane, you do all these wonderful, romantic things for me, and honestly, I love them. But if we ever…you know…move past our friendship to something more, then I won’t ignore your calls and you can’t go behind my back. Deal?”
He’d agree to just about anything for Lacy, and the fact that she even mentioned moving past their friendship gave him hope. “Absolutely.”
“And I’m not mad, so there’s no reason for tonight to be weird.” Lacy took a sip of her wine.
Dane wasn’t used to anything even closely related to real dates, and even though this wasn’t a traditional date, it was still completely different from anything he was used to—and now, no matter what she said, it had a layer of discomfort added to it. Dane was used to showing up, making a move, and moving on. He wanted so much more with Lacy, and if that meant facing the things he’d done, like calling Danica, then so be it. The silence in the room was broken only by the swishing sound of the curtains and the faint sound of the waves breaking on the shore, and it was heightening his nerves.
“Want to turn on the stereo?” Dane asked.
“Yeah, sure.” Lacy turned on a local station, and when she returned to the couch, she sat closer to Dane. “I was hoping we could talk.” She ran her finger around the rim of the glass, then stuck her finger in the wine and brought it to her mouth. She licked the sweet nectar from her finger, then drew it out of her mouth slowly.
Dane bit back a groan. When she licked her lips, he let out a heavy breath.
“Talk?” Dane repeated. Jesus, you’re killing me.
“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, and her nipples tented the fabric. Dane knew just how good her breasts felt in his hands, and now, knowing that 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.
Damn. 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. Damn it, he needed advice.
“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 hell 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 hips touching his thigh.
She filled the glasses and handed him one.
“I thought you wanted to eat dinner,” Dane said.
“I do,” she answered. “Okay, your turn. Truth or dare?”
He locked his eyes on hers and said, “Dare.”
Lacy pointed at him and lowered her chin, looking at him with a seductive leer. “Oh, you naughty boy." She scooted away from him and set the heel of her foot in the space between his thighs, then moved it up until it was against his testicles. “Foot rub?” she asked.
Dane could hardly breathe. Who was this little sex kitten that had inhabited sweet Lacy? “Foot rub?” he repeated.