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

could imagine how Alistair kissed,
guessing he was the kind of guy who spoke volumes with just the briefest caress
of his lips.   Tender yet hard, soft yet
powerful, telling her how much he wanted her with just his lips and talented
tongue.  

 
    Sam
had to stop thinking like this.   It was
not doing her heart any good, not to mentioned completely destroying her
panties.   She was pretty sure they were
already ruined with the amount of moisture she could feel; moisture that had
begun to gather there since he'd stepped foot in the elevator.

 
    Forcing
herself to calm her breathing, Sam knew she needed to say something. 
They'd only been in there for a few moments, yet she’d still not said a word to
him.  What could she say that didn’t sound inane and ridiculous?  She
couldn’t exactly tell him to drop to his knees, drag her pants down her legs
and use his tongue to fuck her pussy.

 
    Could
she? 

 
    The
way he was looking at her, his eyes several shades darker than when he'd
entered, had her believing he may just take her up on her suggestion.   Just the thought of the possibility caused an
involuntary shudder to wrack her body. She knew he'd seen her reaction as
his sensual lips curled into a small smile, revealing two deep dimples in his
cheeks.  He would have to have dimples wouldn't he? Her one weakness in a
man and he had to have them.  

 
    God
this man is hot.  Say something Sam, before you make a complete idiot of
yourself.
     
    “Mr
Lockwood.” 
     
    Good
start Sam. 

 
    She
inwardly chuckled to herself as he continued to watch her.  What was
running through that impossibly handsome head of his?  He was probably
trying to figure out what he was doing willingly getting himself stuck in an
elevator with a woman who was doing nothing but gawp at him, something she was
sure he was used to in his line of work.

 
    He
remained silent as he shifted position and crossed his arms over his chest, the
movement causing the fabric of his jacket to stretch across his biceps. 
Sam forced herself to swallow, only now realising that her throat was bone
dry.  This man unnerved her like no other.
     
    “It’s
good to see you again Samantha.  I had hoped I would, but I didn’t expect
it to be so soon.”

 
    His
voice was just as deep and sultry as she remembered and it was doing wondrous
things to her insides, not to mention intensifying the tingle she’d felt
building between her thighs as soon as she’d clapped eyes on him again. 
He’d hoped to see her again?   They’d
barely said two words to each other when they’d met yesterday, what could she
have possibly done to make him want to see her again?

 
    Probably the same
thing he did to you to make you want to see him again.

 
    Silencing
her inner voice, Sam knew it would be easy to succumb to his charms; to let
herself get swept away in the sensations his presence created, but she also
knew it was something she couldn’t do, no matter how earth shattering she was
sure it would be.  She needed to pull herself together and behave
like the confident, independent woman she’d fought so hard to find again since
moving from New York.

 
    "Really?   I can’t say I’d thought about it Mr
Lockwood."

 
    As
soon as the words left her mouth, she felt the twinge of regret twist at her
gut. She was lying.   She’d done nothing
but hope to see him again since she’d left him at the hotel the day
before.   She was almost 100% certain it
had been him at the club last night and even though she hadn’t seen him, her
body had known without a doubt.

 
    Sam
watched as he pushed off the elevator wall and took a step closer, a small
smirk on his lips.   Her comment had
amused him, and something in the way he looked at her told her he didn’t
believe her.  He was now only a foot away and Sam realised if she
stretched her arms out she would be able to touch him.  It would be so
easy for her to grab hold of that expensive