Virtually Perfect

Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. From: Virtually Perfect . . . Raine watched the words travel across the screen and could hardly believe it. They were going to meet, to really meet. In person. For real. Nilla smiles and stares into your luscious brown eyes. Okay. So, in three days well know. Rider nods and pulls you close to him. Seems like forever. Are you sure you dont want me to drive up tonight? Nilla laughs and runs her fingers through your hair. No, I am sorely tempted, but this is probably a better idea. And remember, this is just dinner we can opt out at any time. Jack knew it was the right thing, though he was so hot for her he could barely imagine not touching her, or making some of what they had shared a reality. But she was providing an out for him, too. Just in case. And when he got there, if things were good, who knew what could happen? He had a feeling about this; he was willing to just go with it. Agreed. Just dinner unless you beg me to go back to your place and engage in illicit activities. You never know. Maybe it will be you doing the begging. Jack smiled, his eyes darkening. Desire raced through his blood and flowed through his fingers out into the words. Id beg for you Nilla, you can count on it. Id to drop to my knees in front of you, kiss your feet, taste the skin on the back of your knee, and then work my way up, slowly, taste you, run my tongue over you until you come with my mouth on you, until we are both begging. And thats only the beginning. Um, Im not sure this is a good idea? Raine swallowed and tried to focus as her breath became shallow. The hunger she had been feeling for weeks was a suddenly a little frightening. This wasnt a game anymore; it was real. He was real. They were going to sit across a table from one another and have dinner and talk, and all that while they would both be remembering all of these secrets that had passed between them. She closed her eyes and tried to settle herself. Rider stares into your eyes. Why not? I dont think we should really discuss this, considering.... Nilla, tell me, tell me how you feel, how your body feels right now? Raine tried to think, to quell the heat pounding through her bloodstream. She wanted to back off, and knew she should, but sheer desire weakened her. Suddenly, the screen felt cold. She knew what she needed, and asked him for it. Rider, your number. Give me your number. What? Your phone number, Rider, tell me. Ill call you. I need to . . . hear you. Jack was shocked speechless as he contemplated her request. No, not a request, a demand. The idea of actually talking to her stole his breath, and he didnt bother thinking about it, but just responded. Oh, yeah, sweetheart, yes. Here. Jack typed in his cell phone number. Ill call you in a little while. I just want to shower and change out of my work clothes. Work clothes? He smiled knowingly, pure masculine satisfaction pooling in his chocolatebrown eyes. Shed come directly to find him. He acknowledged her message, and signed off. His house was suddenly incredibly still and quiet; he could hear his own heart pounding. The wind howled outside the windows and minutes slowed down as if he was drugged, the feeling of waiting for the phone to ring was weighing down on him. God, shed taken him by surprise. She was changing. She was taking a shower. He closed his eyes and imagined the hot water running over her naked, soft skin. Then she would put on . . .what? His imagination nearly drove him mad. By the time the phone rang, he had imagined her in everything from black dominatrix leather to pink lace and then in nothing at all. His mind went still. He pressed the talk button and was relieved to discover his voice actually worked. Nilla. Raine thought for sure she would pass out just hearing him say her name well, her screen name, but the same difference. Low and smooth, it slid over her like hot lava, and she tried to