Dominic
held back from holding Michelle’s hand, although he desperately wanted to touch
her again. The intense and unexpected pleasure that zoomed through his stomach
into his cock when she shook his hand teased him. He wanted that again. He
waited at the stairs to go down to the exhibit so Michelle might go ahead of
him.
As
she passed in front of him, he instinctively moved to place his hand in the
middle of her back, but couldn’t allow himself the contact. He breathed in the
soft perfume of her hair as it swung in a heavy fall when she turned her head
to gaze into his eyes.
The
unspoken invitation in her expression gave him courage and he quickly stepped
to be close beside her. At the bottom of the stairs, he took her hand to walk
to the area of the gallery where the paintings hung. Pleasure shot through him
both from her smile of acceptance at his touch, and from the contact with her
soft skin.
He
barely saw the paintings this time around. He watched Michelle smile and
exclaim delight at the color and light in the artwork. He soaked up her touch
as she held his arm or his hand. Dominic’s imagination ran riot. Michelle made
his heart beat faster. He imagined being in bed with her, naked, kissing her
hard, hearing her moan as she came. His gaze settled on her shapely thighs as
she went ahead of him to the final painting in the exhibition. Those shorts
were great. Made of a different fabric from the jacket, but almost the same
color, along with her fuck-me heels, they made her look as if she’d stepped off
the cover of a magazine. She’s so
beautiful.
She
turned to him and smiled.
His
stomach clenched. He walked to her. I
have to keep her in my life, at least for a little while. “Will you have
coffee with me? There’s a good café next door. I’d like to talk with you. Do
you live here in town? Do you have time for coffee?”
Michelle’s
expression told him she was going to say yes, before she answered. “I’d love to
have coffee with you.” She held out her hand.
Dominic
took it and led her from the gallery.
Her
heels clicked on the pavement. The bright umbrellas over the tables at the café
fluttered in the warm, gentle breeze. Everything appeared brighter, lighter,
and more hopeful. Dominic pulled out a chair for Michelle. He ached to kiss her
ear, revealed as she sat and pushed her hair over her shoulder. He sighed
without knowing it as he drew away to take a seat opposite her so that he could
gaze at her.
“That
was a big sigh. Is everything okay?” Tenderness filled her voice and that’s
when Dominic knew for sure the deep attraction he felt was mutual.
“Everything
is perfect. I’m happy we met. So, do you live in town?” Greedy for information
about her, he leaned forward and shifted the small pot of flowers to one side
from where it sat in the middle of the table.
“I
don’t live here. I’m on vacation. What about you?”
“Me,
too. I’m on vacation. I sailed here from the city yesterday. My yacht, or I
should say, my dad’s yacht, is in the marina.”
A
server showed up at the table. With coffee ordered, Dominic wanted more
information.
“How
long are you staying here?”
Michelle
hesitated for a moment. “Well … I haven’t decided.” Her eyes darkened at him as
she leaned closer into the shade of the umbrella.
Dominic
read in her eyes what was unspoken. She’ll
change her plans for me … wow.
Copyright Elodie Parkes , Evernight Publishing
From Evernight Publishing, erotic romance, suspense,
intrigue, and a gorgeous love story
4 and a half stars from Manic Readers
At thirty-two Dominic Carr thinks it’s time he met a girl he
could love. He’s tired and jaded from his high power job, and hoping that this
summer’s vacation will be refreshing. When he sees Michelle Vega in the art
gallery of a harbor town he visits, her long legs in pink couture shorts grab
his attention.
Michelle Vega has everything to hide except her beauty and
her instant attraction to Dominic. She’s not on vacation as she visits the
gallery—more like on business.
When Michelle’s business takes a dangerous twist Dominic finds
he’s pulled into a perilous situation.
Will this be a test of his love or the finish of it?
