Without further ado, you'll find my eight below:
... Without meaning to, Misty stepped forward into Jack, lightly grasping the open front of his jacket on either side of the zipper, and looked up at him through her long eyelashes.
“You have no idea,” she murmured, her heart skipping a beat as she said it. What the hell am I doing? she thought.
Getting the guy, the strange voice inside of her answered, then added smugly: I know it’s a foreign concept to you.
Her fingers caressed the lining of his jacket, brushing against his shirt and the rock hard muscles underneath it, each tactile glimpse into what he might look like stripped bare in front of her eliciting pleasant pulsations from between her legs, even as her own muscles tensed, bracing for him to pull away, her stomach quivering in anticipation of the rejection that she was sure would come next.
But Jack only lifted his free hand and slipped his thumb into the crook of her arm, using the rest of his fingers to place a light, fleeting touch across her elbow.
“We should get going,” he said, dampening her excitement. “Storm seems to be gettin’ worse.” ...