So Irresistible by Lisa Plumley

the straightforward way of looking at him. Apparently, great minds did think alike.
    Because if she wanted to get to know him, too . . .
    Well, all the better. Especially on a night like tonight, when Shane was looking to knock a little wildness out of his system. Ms. Black Dress looked like just the woman to do it with. She had a way of sashaying through the crowded brewpub that suggested she knew what she wanted and how to get it. On her, he found that sense of certainty ridiculously intriguing.
    Not that Shane was interested only in her aura of confidence. He liked the way she looked, too. She wore that slip of a dress as easily as another woman would have worn a T-shirt and jeans. She was tall but lithe, cute but cocky, and the sway of her hips nearly mesmerized him as she came closer.
    Heads turned as she maneuvered through the crowd. She didn’t notice the attention. Her gaze was fixed on Shane—and so was her smile, which began as she glimpsed his own forward motion and only widened as the gap between them closed. He was struck with a sudden urge to kiss away that smile, to delve his hand in her hair and haul her up against him . . . to tickle her and make her laugh out loud, so he’d know how her laughter sounded.
    Dumbstruck by that absurd urge, Shane stopped. What the hell was wrong with him? He was about to come face-to-face with the sexiest, savviest, most self-assured woman in the place . . . and he was wondering what she would sound like when laughing?
    Next, he’d be wondering what she looked like first thing in the morning, with sleepy eyes and bedhead hair. Or imagining how she’d feel against him while hugging her hello. Or picturing what she’d look like on laundry day, wearing a ratty tank top and baggy sweatpants, her pert face bare and her hair a mess . . .
    In a heartbeat, Shane did all those things—plus envisioning Ms. Black Dress red-nosed and blotchy with the sniffles—and he still couldn’t cross the brewpub fast enough to reach her.
    Evidently, whatever long-suppressed domestic impulses he had squashed inside him were coming to the fore. All at once.
    On the other hand, no other woman had had this effect on him. No other woman had led him to contemplate how she’d sneeze.
    Feeling off balance, Shane finally reached her. Up close, she took his breath away. Her eyes were dark and intoxicating. Brown, if he didn’t miss his guess. Her skin was like porcelain. Her features were lively, her body was near, and for all he knew, they were meant to meet this way. It felt as if they were.
    She gave him a wide, cocksure smile. “I’ll buy you a drink if you can accurately guess my bra size.”
    Automatically, Shane’s gaze dropped to her chest. Until now, it occurred to him, he hadn’t even studied her cleavage. He’d been too bedazzled by the rest of her—by the whole of her.
    “I can’t,” he confessed as people pushed by them. “That would mean looking away from the rest of you for too long.” He shrugged, then raised his gaze to her face. He loved the I-dare-you jut of her chin. “I like doing that too much to stop.”
    “Wow. You’re the first man who hasn’t taken that bait.”
    “I like to think I’m one of a kind.”
    “I’m inclined to agree.” Her approving gaze swept over him, taking in his semi-incognito T-shirt and jeans—and, very evidently, the musculature beneath. “You look unique to me.”
    “Everyone’s unique.” Shane didn’t understand why he found her so appealing. Usually, he didn’t go for the high-heels-and-skimpy-dress type. He liked women who didn’t need girly froufrou gear to feel sexy. He liked women who favored jeans and sneakers, wind-tossed hair, bare lips, and fast getaways. But she was a major exception to his usual yen. “You, for instance, caught my eye right away with your uniqueness.”
    “Aha. You came over here to flirt with my character .” She raised her bottle of porter to her lips, then swallowed. She nodded, smiling at him