* * *
A gust of hot air blew up from the floor behind her. It seemed to
come from nowhere. Jade inhaled as the fragrance of dark sandalwood and a dirty
masculinity wafted into her nostrils. Her eyes closed and as she breathed in,
her mind was abruptly flooded with the image of all the sex she wasn’t having.
Matt’s lowered
voice invaded the darkness of her shut eyelids. “Oh, my Lord, no, I am not
looking at you, not anymore, now I’m watching that!” She opened her eyes and
saw the look in Matt’s eyes glaze over slightly as he motioned to something, or
someone, behind her that had now consumed his attentions.
“Do not turn around
quickly, but girl, turn the hell around. Slowly, I said, do not startle it and
make it run away,” Matt hissed as he placed a hand on her shoulder.
“What are you
talking about now? Is there some kind of animal in my shop?” Jade turned and
not twenty feet away, he stood.
Legs crossed, a gorgeous man
leaned against a bookshelf, his cocked head resting against it in a lazy pose. A
long stream of dark, almost black, hair fell below his extremely well-built
shoulders, contrasting with the lighter red of the cherry wood. This man was
making no attempt to hide the fact he was staring right at her, assessing her. She
felt some disdain for his audacity, but honestly his stare caused her to
catch her breath, and then consciously begin breathing again. Rather than turn
away, she stole another peek. Jade’s eyes met his and they seemed to grab and
pull her in. His eyes contained darkness, but
she saw that they were actually an intense gold laced by black lashes. As she
trailed down his body, large muscled arms exploded out of the sleeves of his
black t-shirt.
His emotion came
upon her unbidden and she felt a sudden wave of lust crash over her. She
unintentionally released a breathy sigh and clenched her teeth as the pure
animal nature of him surrounded her in an all-encompassing cloud of arousal.
Between this force and her body stood only a flimsy white tank and it
apparently was going to provide her no protection. Her breasts and nipples
tightened and became overly sensitive to even the slightest movements she made.
The lower regions of her body went moist and warm and she crossed her legs; the
clenching, however, made the feeling even stronger.
“Holy cow,” fell
softly out of her mouth.
And Matt concurred,
“Yes, ho-oly cow, girl.” Her mouth had apparently remained open because, keeping
his gaze stuck on the tall hunk of man before them, Matt put his hand under her
chin and popped it closed.
Trying to shake off
the lusty arousal, she turned and tried to take
on the look of the professional establishment owner she was, and took a tentative
step in his direction.
Of course, that
didn’t work out; instead she tripped on the edge of the Turkish rug beneath
her, twisting her foot and breaking the heel off her favorite Jimmy Choo
knee-high boots.
“Damn it,” she said
under her breath, “I saved for months to buy those.” As she bent down to pick
up the broken heel, she tried to take a step backward and stabilize her still
sexually stunned body against the wooden counter.
Naturally, being
that she was Jade, her hand landed at the base of a stack of returned books,
sending them and herself tumbling to the floor. She was now red-cheeked, with
hair strewn across her face and in her mouth, on
her hands and knees. She lifted her head to wait for the typical Matt-like
wisecrack, which surprisingly never came.
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