He is rugged.Handsome.Commanding.
But when he smiles?
Lord, help me.
He’s devastating.
“Your eyes are green,” I murmur, startled by the realization.
I never noticed before.Not really.
“And yours are cerulean blue,” he says quietly.“Beautiful.”
The word hits harder than it should.
He pulls me closer.
Closer to his body.
To his heat.
To the steady thrum of power rolling off him in waves.
And the rest of the room fades.
The clink of silverware.
The murmur of lumber prices and contracts.
The smell of whiskey and cologne.
The voices bickering as discussions start about the usual things.
Lumber prices.Waste management.Deforestation.The government.
I don’t hear any of it.
Because right now?The whole world all narrows down to this man and the steady rise and fall of his chest.
“Kelly,” he says low, his mouth near my temple.“I’m not trying to rush you.But I made you an offer the other day.”
I nod.
Fuck, I know he did.
That indecent proposal has been keeping me up at night.
“C-can we…” My voice trembles.I hate that it does.“Can we go over it again?”
He nods without hesitation.
Warm breath brushes my cheek.
We’re so close I can feel his heartbeat.
Strong.
Steady.
