A Limousine Was Waiting

I took the opportunity to drink him in, my gaze sliding all over him. 

He looked every inch the powerful magnate. So sensually handsome my eyes burned just from looking at him. 

The rakish fall of black hair around his face made my fingers flex with the urge to touch it. And the way he looked at me…my pulse leaped.

"Emmy." He came toward me, his stride graceful and strong. He caught up my hand and lifted it to his mouth. His gaze was intense – intensely hot, intensely focused.

The feel of his lips against my skin sent goose bumps racing up my arm and stirred memories of that sinful mouth on other parts of my body. I was instantly aroused. "Hi."

Amusement warmed his eyes. "Hi, yourself. You look amazing. I can't wait to show you off."

I breathed through the delight I felt at the compliment. "Let's hope I can do you justice."

A slight frown knit the space between his brows. "Do you have everything you need?"