Ocean of Love by Susan D. Taylor Page A

she’d not hidden the heat in her
eyes. Or the high-pitched lilt she’d released each time she’d
stumbled, about to fall. She was more than nervous. He’d never seen
a woman so undone. But why was she so out-of-sorts in suppressing
what her body wanted—what his body wanted? The tension only made
his hunger sharper.
    She bit her lip, swirling the wine inside
her glass. Hell, he wanted to devour her lips. He imagined the feel
of her mouth opening to him, letting him take possession of her. He
watched her lips as she licked a droplet of wine from the corner of
her mouth. He swallowed a curse, holding out the wine bottle to
pour a proper glassful. He filled one for himself and took a long
pull from the rim.
    His cock stiffened against his leg. The door
was shut. He’d be more than willing to pull her from her chair and
kiss her until she admitted she was aroused and wanted the same
thing he desired.
    Christ, if she gave him the slightest sign,
he’d push aside the dinner settings to get her on top of the table.
He wanted to plunge into her until he was balls deep, her pussy
fisting him. To make her writhe and moan, call out his name in an
eight-course meal of sex where he’d start with her mouth, tongue
her honeyed slit, making her climax right before he seriously came
inside her.
    “ Honestly, you’re driving
me crazy. I don’t think you’re faring any better. I just want to
bring up that point. In case, if you have any wishes to retract
your desire to keep this relationship strictly business. I would
whole-heartedly support rescinding our agreement. Hell, if it means
giving you permission to issue a bid, I’ll give you my phone right
now. Tell me a fair price. Done. Then can we stop fighting a battle
I’ve never understood. All I know is what I feel.”
    “ And later, tomorrow, you
could say you were under duress. Please don’t put me in that
position. I’m still holding the same lines. No matter what you’d
like to believe.”
    He wanted to call her out. Did she ever let
her guard down? His cock swelled thicker and harder.
    “ Fine. Then let’s get
busy.” His gut knotted, making breathing a chore. Never had he
wanted a woman as much as this one. He imagined the feel of her
hot, wet mouth, and his promise to be a gentleman suffocated
him.
    A breeze ruffled through the room, drawing
his attention to her fragrance, different from before. Sweet and
dark. His nostrils flared, and the door of desire was blown wide
open.
    He refilled their glasses. She fit. The one
idea was as solid as the floor under his feet. Somehow, she was his
missing puzzle piece. Nothing logical, as a matter of fact, the
thought was far away from rational thought, but his primitive,
reptilian brain knew she was the one.
    There was a knock at the door. He called
out, “Yes, please enter.” He forgot his frustration for a second.
“I get the impression they hover outside.”
    She laughed. Her voiced sounded teasing.
Sultry. She clasped her hand over her mouth then whispered. “Me
too. Standing outside, I wondered.”
    The waiter wheeled a cart with their dinner.
“I ordered the chef’s creation. A special meal for two. I forgot
that tonight was Valentine’s Day when I invited you out
tonight.”
    Her lips did that same little move and
formed a magical “O” again. She hadn’t remembered. No boyfriend,
and neither was she set back that tonight was the official couple’s
night out. He leaned back in his chair, pleasantly surprised by her
reaction.
    “ From soup to nuts, so it
seems.” Her eyes widened as the dishes were placed upon the table.
He didn’t reveal how he’d requested that the chef prepare a meal
rich in seafood; actually, he’d given the kitchen a precise menu,
based on what he believed would interest her.
    “ Pass me your plate,” he
said into her shocked gaze. “You said you wanted to work. Well I
can’t have you lightheaded because you’re hungry. Plate.
Please.”
    “ I should help. You can’t
be