Eight Sentence Sunday #7

Happy almost-Halloween!
This weekend's eight sentences are once again brought to you by WeWriWa, a blog hop that is held every weekend as an incentive not to slack on Saturdays and Sundays. It's a great way to connect to other authors and see what they're up to, as well as expose yourself to them!
Er... that last bit came out wrong.
For this week's eight, we go right back to The Haunted Lingerie, a paranormal erotic romance that follows Misty Ryder, a victim of supernatural shenanigans, and her quest to solve a decade-old cold case. One might call it a Halloween Whodunit!
Or not.
In this scene, Misty is contending with this new voice inside her head that she's not completely certain is hers - a voice that makes her do things she wouldn't normally do, like put the moves on Jack on the stoop of a Catholic church in a hailstorm. Misty's normal thoughts are denoted with italics, while the other voice's thoughts are denoted with bold italics to discern them from one another. On another note, creative punctuation is in use here. Feel free to divide the sentences more appropriately in your head.
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.” ...

I hope you've enjoyed my eight sentences this week. If you've enjoyed this snippet, you can take a look at my other works on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, and Smashwords. You can also access my Amazon author page by clicking on the cover art image above.
If you're looking for some more great reads, try Veronica Hardy and John Dylena on for size!
Hope you're having a great weekend, and that it only gets better from here!