GENRE: Women's fiction
Kate Dalton has been in a constant state of exasperation since she met Jake Bailey. Every time she thinks he might have a redeeming quality, he opens that big cocky mouth of his and she remembers she can't stand him. Except she can't seem to stay away from him. This scene is when she first realizes she's attracted to him.
“How would you know what my type is? You don't know anything about me.” They were standing almost hip to hip, both facing out toward the woods.
“Really?” he asked, cocking a suspicious eyebrow at her. Turning back to the trees, he took another swig. “I know you get goose bumps on your arm when I touch your leg,” he said, reaching down to the small space between their legs and running a fingertip across an inch of her exposed thigh.
Looking at her arm, she realized he was right about the goose bumps. She hoped he hadn't felt the shudder too.
Jerking away from him to put a few inches between them, she said, “Don't be so sure of yourself. Did you ever think maybe I'm a little chilly out here?”
He looked away from darkness beyond the porch and directly in her eyes. “I don't think you're cold.” He put his left hand on the right side of her face and she was sure he was going to kiss her. Instead, he leaned in and kissed the left side of her face, near her hairline. She could feel his hot breath on her ear as he whispered, “In fact, I think I make you a little warm.”
She flinched, backing away from him before he could feel the heat radiating from her skin or hear the pounding of her heart. She felt as vulnerable as if she were naked out there.