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

jacket of his, pull him to her and
crush her lips to his.  

 
    The
image of her doing just that sent a shot of pure heat through her body, halting
between her thighs as Sam shifted restlessly in her heels.   Trying to put some distance between them, she
found her back connecting with the hard steel wall of the elevator. She was
trapped, in a confined space, with a drop dead gorgeous man.  

 
    The
possibilities were endless.  

 
    Sam
could think of numerous ways that this scenario could play out but the only
ones filling her mind ended up with them wearing a lot less clothing than what
they wore now.   She felt her nipples
tighten at the thought and hoped that her reaction wasn’t obvious to his
perusing gaze.

 
    Knowing
that she was taking a huge risk, she looked up at him.   As soon as their eyes connected, she knew her
initial assessment had been right.   Humongous mistake.  His eyes were almost black and for a brief
moment, she could have sworn he was holding his breath. Could he be as affected
by her and she was him?  

 
    Whether
he was or not didn’t matter.   She was
definitely attracted to him, she couldn't deny it, didn't want to deny it.
 She knew what would happen if he so much as touched her; she would
surrender everything to him in a second, rules be damned, even if it meant
losing who she was in the process.

 
    oOo

 
    God
she was more beautiful than he remembered. It had been several hours since he’d
seen her at the club, but she'd been a fixture in his dreams all night.
 He'd had the best night’s sleep he’d had in a long time, not to mention
one of the most painful morning hard-ons since he'd been a teenager and hadn't
yet discovered the wonders of a woman's body. Sam was the physical embodiment
of everything he wanted in a woman and she was right here, standing in front of
him, watching him with those beautiful emerald eyes.

 
    He
began to wonder what was running through that pretty head of hers, and what a
pretty head it was. As before, her makeup was simple, just mascara to emphasise
her bright eyes and a pale pink lip gloss adorned her soft lips.   He felt his breath catch as her tongue
flicked out and ran across the curve of her mouth.   It appeared to be an unconscious action as
her eyes were still fixed to his.   A
nervous reaction maybe?  

 
    He
wasn’t sure if the thought of him unnerving her was good or bad.   One thing he did know though, she’d been
lying when she’d said she hadn’t thought about seeing him again.    He’d always believed that if you really
wanted to know how a woman felt, just look in her eyes.   They responded involuntarily and they
couldn't be controlled.   Alistair knew
without a shadow of a doubt that his eyes told her how much he wanted her and,
judging by the now deep, green shade of hers, she wanted him just as badly.

 
    He
didn’t care how obvious he was being as he let his eyes slide from her lips,
down to the creamy skin exposed by the open neckline of the red shirt she wore,
the silky material skimming over her breasts.   He had to hold in a groan as he saw the tight buds of her nipples
through her shirt.   Oh yeah, she was
clearly affected by him.   The question
was, what did he do about it?

 
    His
head was screaming at him to reach out and touch her, to see if her skin was
really as soft as it looked.   Stretching
his fingers, Alistair fought the urge to run them along her cheek, down her
slender neck and along her collarbone.   Did she have any idea how much she affected him?   Taking a breath, but maintaining his
position, Alistair spoke.

 
    "Why
Miss Westfield, you wound me, and please, call me Alistair."

 
    When
her position didn't shift and her expression didn't change, he began to wonder
if she had heard him. That was until he saw her lips begin to curve into a
slight smile, one that he could tell she was fighting to hide.

 
    "You
don't strike me as the kind of man who wounds easily