Heart & Soul: The Surprise (Heartland Series) by Nicola C. Priest

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    Sam
couldn’t quite believe what was happening.  Her breath caught and her
pulse quickened as a storm of butterflies took flight in her stomach.  The
sheer beauty of the man who stood in front of her was astounding.  His
blue eyes twinkled as he made no attempt to hide his interest in her.     As he leant against the wall, he looked her
up and down, taking in every inch of her body.   The concentration on his face gave her the impression he was committing
her every curve to his memory.

 
    Pushing
his jacket to the side, his hands nestled in his pockets as he crossed his feet
at the ankles.   It was a casual pose, yet
it still did delicious things to her insides as she felt the familiar heat
begin to spread throughout her body, heading south to the place she could only
dream he would touch.   After all the
fantasies she’d had about him in the last twenty four hours, he was here. 
He was actually here, with her, in an elevator.

 
    Alone.
     
    She
watched as he reached out and pushed a button on the console, the elevator
coming to a smooth stop.   He resumed his
relaxed position and Sam swallowed. He looked as sexy as sin and the
realisation she was alone with him had suddenly made her feel very self
conscious and hyper aware of his male potency. 

 
    Sam
was drawn to him, no matter how much she wished she wasn't, she was, and for
the life of her she couldn’t fathom why.  She never reacted this way to a
guy, even the hot ones.   She’d met her
fair share of good looking men, some she’d been attracted to, others she
wouldn't give a second glance, but she’d always been able to control herself
around them, especially how her body reacted to them.

 
    Not
this man.  

 
    Alistair
was different and her traitorous body never failed to let her forget it.   It would be easy for her to put it down to
his movie star status, but she knew that would be a poor excuse.   Deep down it was more than that.  There
was just something about him that she was finding increasingly difficult to
resist.  

 
    As
he continued to watch her, he saw him pull his cell from his inside jacket
pocket.   He spent a few moments sending
what looked like a text before sliding the device away, all the while acting
like she wasn’t there.   That soon changed
as his eyes continued their perusal and she began to see a hint of the
arrogance she’d heard so much about.   He
found her attractive, of that she was sure and he wasn’t doing anything to make
her believe otherwise.   His eyes were
taking in every aspect of her face, her body, lingering longer than was polite
on her chest, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly at his audacity.  

 
    Normally,
if a guy eyed up her chest like he was doing now, she would be offended.   There was nothing like holding a conversation
with a guy whose eyes were looking several inches lower than hers.   Guys that saw women as nothing but a pair of
boobs irritated her, yet with him, it gave her a thrill like nothing she’d felt
before.

 
    Sam
began to take in his appearance for the first time, the sight of him only
serving to make her already laboured breathing almost non-existent.  He
was dressed in charcoal grey pants with a matching jacket.   The dark blue shirt he wore only made his
eyes look brighter and more vibrant.  Never before had she seen such a
stunning pair of eyes.   His ensemble
probably cost more than her monthly salary, but she had to admit, he looked
good enough to eat and downright dangerous to her health.

 
    Sam
felt the familiar tingle in her fingers as she flicked her gaze upwards, seeing
his dark hair was swept back of his face.  Yet again she found herself
wanting to run her fingers through those silky strands and hold him tight
against her while his mouth plundered her own.

 
    Sam
had always found kissing to be the best kind of foreplay. The right kind of
kiss could arouse her more than any other kind of oral stimulation.   She