Heaven Inside You(5)

This was too much. How could anybody look like that and be…well, darn! It should be against the law for him to be able to wreak such havoc on her senses. … But no, she must surely be imagining things. The very idea was ludicrous; she barely knew the guy, for Chrissakes!

His lips twitched almost imperceptibly, as if he had sensed her discomfort and was secretly relishing it. He slid his hands in his pocket and, when she found the courage to look back up at him, he caught her eye and curved his mouth again in that sexy, sensual smile. She wasn’t going to back away this time. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and she couldn’t summon a coherent thought as the world stopped on its axis. She felt herself flush to the roots of her hair and had to make a conscious effort to turn around and look towards the e-ticketing counter. It would be a miracle if she could finally manage to utter a word. Frustrated, a string of curses slipped like a marquee through the forefront of her thoughts.

“So…uh, shall we check in?”

To her eternal relief and disappointment, the strange moment was over.

“Aisle seat by the exit door, if you don’t mind.”

He smiled ruefully, looked down apologetically at his impossibly long legs, then up again at her, flashing a knock-me-senseless grin.

“Sure.” She grinned back. If nothing else, this was going to be interesting.





Chapter Two



The woman was a goddess. Six whole months he had waited. Six months during which the demands of his job had cost him his private life.

No more.

He had big plans for his future, and they included three-hundred-and-sixty-degree changes. Since the day he got his first glimpse of her at Chad and Fiona’s engagement party, he knew that she would one day be his. She looked like an Amazon, tall, luscious, almost regal in countenance, a perfectly proportioned hourglass figure and legs that wouldn’t quit. Her presence and her smile had filled the room; he could still hear her laughter as if it were yesterday. Her lush body, ripe and rounded, had no hint of rough edges, only softness, just like a real woman’s body should be. He never did like skinny women. He wanted to feel a woman’s soft touch, a soft, thick body he could sink into and ride hard to completion without the fear of breaking her into tiny little pieces. In short, if she didn’t have some meat on her bones, he wouldn’t spare her a second glance.

Olivia was perfect. Her body just screamed sensuality, and she exuded allure with a mere glance. The way she swayed her wide hips when she walked made him want to tear her pants to shreds, push her down to her knees and ride her well and hard right there in the middle of the airport, without a care to who was watching. And those eyes—a deeper, richer hue than the emerald waters in the Caribbean—he could drown in their depths and stay locked in them forever. Her slanted, exotic features gave her a feline sort of look, her high cheekbones perfectly aligned, a mouth so full and wide it was made for loving.

His dick got instantly hard at the image of her on her knees at his feet, pleasuring him. He would run his hands through her magnificent mane of dark curly hair, twisting it tightly around his fingers and trapping it in his fist, while she wrapped those juicy lips around him, taking his whole length in her mouth, licking and sucking... driving him to mind-bending release as he finally exploded and flooded her throat with his seed.

His groin tightened to a point where he felt uncomfortable walking. If he didn’t have her soon, he’d go nuts. He was tired of masturbating in the shower, visions of taking her frenziedly in a whirlwind of unadulterated, animal sex filling his mind.

There was only one way to get himself out of this predicament…

Capture her and make her his. Possess her. Brand her as his own, once and for all. Olivia belonged to him and no one else. She just didn’t know it yet.

Chad was never one to balk at opportunity. As a successful corporate lawyer, he knew all about the importance of acting at the right time, in the right place. He wasn’t a saint and never claimed to be. A woman always seemed to be there, at arm’s reach, but vapid sex didn’t move him anymore. He wanted mind-blowing sex. He wanted a true mate who would grow with him and mean more to him than a night of meaningless copulation.

So he was a man who knew what he wanted and went for it—and he wanted this woman. Wanted her fiercely, like a thirsting tiger that has been denied water too long. Something about her called to his basest instincts. He wanted her bound and blindfolded, lying spread-eagled on his bed, her body flushed and warm from his touch, mouth and breasts plump from his kisses, while she begged him to thrust his hard cock in her moist, welcoming heat, crying for the ultimate release. The things he was going to do to her…