He held out his hand to Jaye, hoping the jet really had outrun the turbulence that had threatened her equilibrium. As much as he wanted her, he wouldn’t coax an unwilling woman. Her gaze warmed, her attention focused on him and the ease of relief ran along his veins. She placed her oh-so-skilled hand in his and rose from her seat. Her eyes sparked with humor. “You know what I think?” she asked. “I have no idea what’s going through your mind. Except for sex, of course.” “I think we should just get down to business.” “Business?” “Yes.” She blew a breath aimed for her bangs, ruffled them and went on. “For people so intent on spending two weeks in the sack, we’ve done a lot of not having sex.” “I disagree. Since our first eye contact we’ve been doing nothing but.” The mirth in her gaze left him dazzled. “You’ve got a point. I wanted you at first sight.” She smoothed a hand across her flat belly.
What do You think about Stroke Of Midnight (2011)?
