m

I realized he was coming toward me. I half-expected someone to step in and pull me away at the last minute, that some pretty young thing would draw h

, something strong and sharp and masculine that filled my senses and sent me floating a few feet off the ground. He was a lot to handle. H

ssed by us, and he plucked a couple of glasses from the tray the waiter was holding and passed one to m

nally replied,

de, my fingers barely holding on to the crystal. I still couldn't believe he was talking to me, that he had spent enough time watching me to know he wanted me.

m I had seen him in the pool earlier? No, I couldn't. I didn't want him to k

ore he raised them again to meet mine. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

ied honestly. "But I don't think I'm half

He had slightly olive-toned skin, and the sculpted shape of his lips popped against it. I

n his champagne. He looked completely at ease as he asked me a few more questions, totally in control. I could see a few women who passed by

d been looking for. A guy like this had a play, of course. There was no way he learned this level of charm just off the top of his head, but how long had it been since a gorgeous, myster

." He glanced around, a grin curling up the

ant to

r to me, so close, I could almost feel the heat of his breath against my skin. I guess he sa

my hand, and we start

telling me that this was fu

it to end there. He made his way through the room, and I watched him, watched