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Craving Jess
Craving Jess
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When Jess moved into Damon’s neighborhood, he fell for her. Hard. Unfortunately Jess only saw him as a friend. Her backyard neighbor.
Damon bided his time, hoping one day she’d realize they belonged together, but acting as her confidant was getting more difficult.
After a disastrous date with a co-worker, Jess asks Damon to help her find out if she’s as cold a fish as her date led her to believe.
Damon’s more than happy to help out. He’s finally got his shot to show her how right they are for each other. How hot they could be.
He’s finally got the chance to show her just how badly he’s been CRAVING JESS.
To My Readers: There's something I like about finding out the perfect friend can also be the perfect lover. I hope you enjoy Damon and Jess— I had a blast writing their story!
CRAVING JESS by Catherine Berlin
Copyright © Catherine Berlin, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM CRAVING JESS
Jess shook her head. What had she been thinking?
She watched Damon approach through her back yard, bearing four cartons of Chinese food. Their usual Saturday movie night was going to be marred by tension and awkwardness. And it was all her fault.
Okay, not her fault. She never should have let Jackson talk her into drinking those two glasses of wine. As a rule, she didn’t drink, a lesson learned in college when she’d had eighteen glasses of pink vodka a fraternity boy mixed in a garbage can. She and her pounding head had lived to regret it for two days.
Blame the wine. Blame idiots like Jackson Charles. Blame her libido for leaping at the chance to kiss her hunky best friend.
She would just have to tell him she was sorry, she’d made a mistake, and could he please forget what she’d asked him. She’d practically begged the man to have sex with her. Not cool. He was such a nice guy, he’d probably felt sorry for her when he emailed his acceptance.
Damon let himself in and deposited the cartons on her kitchen counter. She’d already set out plates and silverware, and without uttering a word in greeting, she doled out portions of the food.
“What’re we watching tonight?” He smiled down at her, elbows bent, hands resting on his hips.
Jess let her eyes flit across his broad chest. The black tank he wore only served to make his muscles appear larger. Easy to keep a rock-hard body like his since he owned a gym.
Rock hard. She cursed under her breath. She’d have to keep her mind on the movie and not on the way he’d kissed her last night. She shifted her thighs. It wasn’t gonna be easy.
“Cop movie.” She took her plate into the living room and sat on the floor, placing her dinner on the coffee table. Damon sat on the couch next to her. Jess glanced sideways. Good. Knees. Nothing sexual about knees.
Yes. After the movie she would just explain that it had all been a huge embarrassing mistake and he needn’t feel obligated to help her out.
Maybe Damon wouldn’t even bring up the subject. After all, she was hardly his type. The only women she’d seen him with were nearly as tall as he was. And he stood six-two barefoot. Tall, thin, model-type she wasn’t. Far from it. She was extremely average. Not thin, not overweight, not short, but not tall. Just average. The girl you’d see in the dictionary under “girl next door” or “typical American.” Nothing remarkable about her. In fact, it would be a shame to mix any part of her with Damon’s sculpted body. A travesty.
A hairy knee bumped her arm. “I said ‘pass the soy sauce’.”
“Sorry.” She tossed two packets of the brown liquid over her
shoulder without looking.
Normally when she’d finished eating, she’d move up next to Damon. He’d throw a friendly arm around her, and with no hint of any attraction whatsoever, they’d watch the end of whatever movie they’d chosen. But not tonight. Jess had to fix things before she could return to normalcy with him. He might think she was making a move and feel obligated to respond.
“This movie reeks.” He stood and walked around the back of the couch with his plate. She could hear him rinsing the rice off in the sink.
She had no idea if the movie reeked. The whole time, she’d been trying to work out what to say to him. Jess pressed the eject button and returned the DVD to its container. With a sigh, she picked up her plate and brought it into the kitchen.
Damon grinned. He had his finger in the bowl of sweet and sour sauce. She took the bowl from him, sneaking a fing
Damon bided his time, hoping one day she’d realize they belonged together, but acting as her confidant was getting more difficult.
After a disastrous date with a co-worker, Jess asks Damon to help her find out if she’s as cold a fish as her date led her to believe.
Damon’s more than happy to help out. He’s finally got his shot to show her how right they are for each other. How hot they could be.
He’s finally got the chance to show her just how badly he’s been CRAVING JESS.
To My Readers: There's something I like about finding out the perfect friend can also be the perfect lover. I hope you enjoy Damon and Jess— I had a blast writing their story!
CRAVING JESS by Catherine Berlin
Copyright © Catherine Berlin, 2009
All Rights Reserved, RED SAGE PUBLISHING, INC.
EXCERPT FROM CRAVING JESS
Jess shook her head. What had she been thinking?
She watched Damon approach through her back yard, bearing four cartons of Chinese food. Their usual Saturday movie night was going to be marred by tension and awkwardness. And it was all her fault.
Okay, not her fault. She never should have let Jackson talk her into drinking those two glasses of wine. As a rule, she didn’t drink, a lesson learned in college when she’d had eighteen glasses of pink vodka a fraternity boy mixed in a garbage can. She and her pounding head had lived to regret it for two days.
Blame the wine. Blame idiots like Jackson Charles. Blame her libido for leaping at the chance to kiss her hunky best friend.
She would just have to tell him she was sorry, she’d made a mistake, and could he please forget what she’d asked him. She’d practically begged the man to have sex with her. Not cool. He was such a nice guy, he’d probably felt sorry for her when he emailed his acceptance.
Damon let himself in and deposited the cartons on her kitchen counter. She’d already set out plates and silverware, and without uttering a word in greeting, she doled out portions of the food.
“What’re we watching tonight?” He smiled down at her, elbows bent, hands resting on his hips.
Jess let her eyes flit across his broad chest. The black tank he wore only served to make his muscles appear larger. Easy to keep a rock-hard body like his since he owned a gym.
Rock hard. She cursed under her breath. She’d have to keep her mind on the movie and not on the way he’d kissed her last night. She shifted her thighs. It wasn’t gonna be easy.
“Cop movie.” She took her plate into the living room and sat on the floor, placing her dinner on the coffee table. Damon sat on the couch next to her. Jess glanced sideways. Good. Knees. Nothing sexual about knees.
Yes. After the movie she would just explain that it had all been a huge embarrassing mistake and he needn’t feel obligated to help her out.
Maybe Damon wouldn’t even bring up the subject. After all, she was hardly his type. The only women she’d seen him with were nearly as tall as he was. And he stood six-two barefoot. Tall, thin, model-type she wasn’t. Far from it. She was extremely average. Not thin, not overweight, not short, but not tall. Just average. The girl you’d see in the dictionary under “girl next door” or “typical American.” Nothing remarkable about her. In fact, it would be a shame to mix any part of her with Damon’s sculpted body. A travesty.
A hairy knee bumped her arm. “I said ‘pass the soy sauce’.”
“Sorry.” She tossed two packets of the brown liquid over her
shoulder without looking.
Normally when she’d finished eating, she’d move up next to Damon. He’d throw a friendly arm around her, and with no hint of any attraction whatsoever, they’d watch the end of whatever movie they’d chosen. But not tonight. Jess had to fix things before she could return to normalcy with him. He might think she was making a move and feel obligated to respond.
“This movie reeks.” He stood and walked around the back of the couch with his plate. She could hear him rinsing the rice off in the sink.
She had no idea if the movie reeked. The whole time, she’d been trying to work out what to say to him. Jess pressed the eject button and returned the DVD to its container. With a sigh, she picked up her plate and brought it into the kitchen.
Damon grinned. He had his finger in the bowl of sweet and sour sauce. She took the bowl from him, sneaking a fing
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