Excerpt
They pulled up in front of the
hotel, and before Halston could leave the driver’s seat to open the door,
Ethan’s foot hit the pavement in anticipation of seeing Skye. He received unprecedented
pleasure from watching her simply walk toward him.
She exited the doors, and he
drew in a deep breath. After a rough couple of days, seeing her loosened the
tightness inside him. The frustrations of the day faded and he immediately
relaxed.
Skye Thorpe was a tawny-skinned
goddess in an eye-catching cape dress in cranberry-red with gold heels. The red
matched the red in his tie, thanks to the diligence of his personal assistant.
Her thick, lustrous hair was
swept up on top of her head, and gold hoops adorned her ears. She had the type
of body traditional media frowned upon, but he found irresistible as she came
toward him with the sexiest damn walk he’d ever seen on a woman. His eyes ate
up every curve of her voluptuous body—a body with breasts, ass, and hips
galore. She strode toward him like the entrance was a runway, and he tossed
around the idea of skipping the party and taking her to bed since they hadn’t
seen each other for several nights. He longed to plant his hands on her wide
hips and take his time sucking on her luscious breasts.
She’d put a spell on him. There
was no other way to explain how, after seven years, she continued to capture
his attention simply by making an appearance, much like she did the very first
time he’d seen her in the hotel bar. She’d been upset and disappointed because
some loser stood her up, and he’d become the luckiest man on the planet when he
rescued her from a disappointing night.
Skye sidled up to him—a smile
on plump red lips as inviting as a siren’s song—filling the air around them
with the scent of her perfume. He slipped an arm around her back and drew her
close, gazing down into her dark brown, upturned eyes.
She laughed, knowing he
intended to kiss her, because he always did whenever they spent time apart. He
had to kiss her. He had to touch her. He had to experience the full power of
Skye.
“You’re going to mess up my
lipstick.”
“Reapply it.”
He fastened his mouth over
hers, kissing her with passion and the assurance of knowing this woman belonged
only to him. He let a hand slide lower in a possessive grab of her bottom.
Halston remained silent beside the car, eyes respectfully averted.
Skye moaned, and that little
sound sent an electric charge straight to Ethan’s groin.
When he lifted his head, he still
didn’t let her go. He pressed his hard length into her soft belly. “I hate I
have to wait to get you home. It’s been too long.”
“It’s been two days,” she
pointed out, a smile of pleasure brightening her face.
“An eternity,” he said.
“And whose fault is that?
You’re the one who decided to stay at the office last night when you could’ve
been here, in bed with me.”
“Too distracting, but maybe
that means my priorities are all screwed up.”
“Yes, they are, but I forgive
you.”
She swiped her thumb across his
lips, removing the lipstick transferred from her mouth. “And please, shave all
of that off as soon as possible.” She slipped into the car.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ethan said with
amusement, following her.
Halston closed the door behind
them, and they were on their way.
