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?