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“Nice, yes,” she said quickly as Cathy paused for breath. “But totally unnecessary. I’m already booking a rental.”
“Well, cancel it, and get your ass to the pick-up zone. You can’t keep the poor man waiting. He’s already been waiting ten minutes.”
Oh, we can’t have that! she scoffed to herself as she drew a calming breath. Her sister was exhausting on any given day. Today, after a tiring flight and having a shuttle problem, wasn’t the best time to test Clarissa’s patience.
“You can tell him to leave. I prefer to get the rental. That way, I’ll have the means to get around town while I’m here.”
“Stop wasting time, Clarissa. You know you’re just being difficult. You don’t need a rental. My car is at your disposal the entire time since my loving husband banned me from driving until after our little angel is born.”
Clarissa conceded the battle with a drawn-out sigh. Muttering an incoherent, “Go ahead,” to the person behind her, she moved out of the line and headed in the direction of the pick-up zone.
“I’m on my way. How do I know where to find your chef?” She sounded petulant but knew it wouldn’t matter. Cathy wouldn’t notice.
“Restaurateur,” she corrected indulgently. “Look out for a black and silver van with King Ricardo’s Decadence emblazoned on the outside. Oh,” she giggled. “Also, he’ll be the most gorgeously sexy man at the airport.”
Clarissa refrained from rolling her eyes. “If this is another matchmaking stint, so help me, Cathy…”
“Relax, sis. The man doesn’t need any help to find dates. His calendar is filled up months ahead, I daresay.” Another giggle. “I might be pregnant, but I’m not blind, and believe me, as much as I love Samuel, that man makes even my libido tingle when he smiles at me.”
“Ugh, good lord, not one of those,” she mumbled, already envisioning a Casanova with a chip on his shoulder.
“What was that? You really should drop the bad habit of talking to yourself. Are you there yet? Do you see him?”
“I see the van, and I assume the man who just got out of it must be— Oh my God!”
“Yeah,” Cathy laughed delightedly. “As I said, he does things to a woman’s girlie bits, doesn’t he?”
Clarissa swallowed hard. Dressed all in black, he looked dangerous, in a bad boy kind of way. It was a quality that attracted her like a moth to a flame.
It was a sin that a man was this gorgeous. How could a woman think clearly with eyes as azure and as clear as a cloudless sky pinning you in place? His dark eyebrows were drawn in a straight line, which added to the glacial sharpness of his eyes. His wide forehead, the perfect symmetry of his square cheekbones, and the rigid jaw covered with neat stubble were enough to make any woman swoon. Clarissa wasn’t immune, either, especially as he stood watching her unblinkingly and with a magnetism that took her breath away.
“I… are you…” His tight jeans showed every line, bulge and—
Oh my God! He has a hard-on!
Her breath stuttered as she struggled to move her eyes away from the telltale sign that he was also aware of the electric sizzle between them. He was a strong man, big, with rippling thigh muscles and a wide chest that made her breakout in a sweat.
With difficulty, she suppressed the desire to wave a hand in front of her face to cool down.
“Clarissa Stone, I assume?” His eyes darkened to an indigo glimmer.
With a gulp, she stared at him in fascination as the dulcet tones of his voice resonated inside her. She had never seen anything like that before—his emotions swirled in the coloring of his eyes.
“I am Clarissa.”
“Welcome home, little one.”
Before she realized he had moved, his large hand circled her throat and tilted back her chin. With his body pressed against hers, she found herself turned to stone—albeit a sizzling one—but being in such close proximity to his muscled frame, he packed an even bigger punch.
“Hmm, perfect,” he murmured and took her breath away in the next moment as he breached the space between them and nuzzled her lips.
“Wh-What are you doing?” Clarissa was shocked at how timid she sounded. A far cry from the assertive way she intended to speak.
“Isn’t it obvious, little one? Kissing you. Marking my territory. Claiming you as mine.”
With the words echoing in her mind, she stood motionless as his lips locked onto hers in a kiss so passionate, demanding, and controlling, she couldn’t breathe. She’d had her fair share of kisses but never like this. It felt like he owned her, not only in the demands of the caress, but in every aspect of the word.
Body, mind, and soul.
