ALL HE DESIRES by C.C. Gibbs
(November 4, 2014; Forever Trade Paperback; $12.00)
He glanced at his vintage Cartier Santos Dumont watch. “I don’t have any appointments till noon tomorrow so we have plenty of time. And my appointments can be canceled if necessary.”
“How very accommodating of you,” Kate said softly.
Dominic smiled faintly. “We try.”
Suddenly the image of countless females being accommodated by the incredibly beautiful, sexually talented Knight Enterprises CEO filled Kate’s mind and brought the teasing game to a screeching halt. “But you’re accommodating only me from now on, right?” she said, challenge in the obstinate jut of her chin.
“Only you,” he readily agreed, when he would have found such limitations incomprehensible a few short months ago.
Leaning back against the flax-colored sofa, her green gaze shimmering with delight, she smiled at the man she loved. “So,” she murmured, with delicate impertinence and a little dip of her head. “Have I really tamed the premier playboy of the Western world?”
A lazy flicker of a smile. “I didn’t think you liked it tame?”
His words hovered palpably in the sudden silence.
Spiked through her body, a flame hot and riveting.
Pooled in seething delirium deep down inside her.
“Meaning?” she whispered, finding it hard to breathe.
“Meaning, why don’t we find out what you do like?” he said gently, coming to his feet in a graceful flow of toned muscle, having patiently waited through the unwrapping of countless boxes for her to finally read his mind. He held out his strong hand with its dusting of dark hair, his long fingers faintly splayed.
A shiver of pleasure raced through her. Broad-shouldered, lean hipped in jeans and a faded blue Peace T‑shirt, Dominic’s dark, brooding beauty was breathtaking: the long silky black hair, the bad-boy scorching blue eyes, the high cheekbones and fine bone structure, the arrow-straight nose, the mouth saved from outright sensuality by the contradictory don’t‑mess-with‑me firmness. The whole package transcendent male perfection.
And when he leaned down and his hand closed around hers, she trembled at the glut of prodigal sensation, at the feverish need coiling in the pit of her stomach, at the blazing hot desire streaking up her spine. Agitated and restless, she said on a suffocated breath, “I’m sorry. But it’s been so long I don’t think I’m going to last.”
Drawing her to her feet, he slid his hands under her arms, lifted her over the pile of boxes, and set her down. “Then let’s go take care of you.”