t. Jordan's mother had rolled her eyes over the request, chided him for deserting her and given a long-suffering sigh as

bly seeing him as the ultimate city man who might very well seduce her from country life. Ivy didn't care what Sacha thou

Rolls-Royce. She'd never done it before and it was most unlikely she would ever do it again. It felt luxurious. It smelled luxurious. She focuss

al fingers. Her pulse bolted into overdrive. She found herself staring at their linked hands, fascinated by the juxtaposition of his olive skin an

very sense. Was it the sheer contrast that made him so appealing? Why did being with him exc

ou thinking

ghts! 'Where are we going?' she countered

at her, the sexy blue eyes inviting her

d near the gallery. If I decide to walk out on you, which I migh

n of her even as he replied, 'Your escape route won't be a hards

hat's it

ner crab, lobster, tuna. I can recomm

't say anything offe

ured her, smiling as though he

kissing as well as other intimate things. She had to wrench her gaze

periences could be

ing service. Obviously Jordan Powell was known to be a very generous tipper. Who could blame the average working person for bending over backwards to please him?

eafood wa

er, done simply in a

d in sati

ordan asked, his eyes twinkl

,' she answered tru

sensual smile. 'I think

ext-have a one-night fling with him or scoot for home. 'I couldn'

king with his eyes tempting her to stay with him and find out if he would deliver 'the best'. Maybe the coffee would sober her up enough to make the break, whi

is credit card to the waiter, indi

to my car,' Ivy quickly said. 'I can't

structed the waiter, apparently unper

later they left

s waiting

f her hand again and somehow she couldn't bring herself to snatch it free. Her heart was pounding. Her whole body felt on edge, fighting aga

pped right b

street. Ivy finally teetered upright in the vertically challengingly high high heels and was fumbling in her hand

he tightness in her chest. 'You should have kept it,'

lady safely on her way,' he

s, her mi

ropping her gaze from his, fighting the phys

and forced her legs to move, needing to open

you take them

Ivy's mind reeled at how vulnerable she might be to his touch. 'I can

of protest at him, caught burning purpose in his eyes, and suddenly her defences caved in, tot

his shoulder, left it there and stroked her cheek, featherlight fingertips grazing slowly

ntact with the hard wall of his chest, aware of the wanton desire to experience this man running completely out of control. He lowered his head. She

mouth open. He began with a soft exploratory kiss, a tasting, not demanding a response but inevitably drawing it with tantalising littl

ss. Perhaps it signalled her complete acquiescence to what was happening. Ivy was no longer thinking. Her mind was consumed with registering

sually, under her hair to the nape of her neck. The arm around her waist scooped her into full body con

her highly aroused femininity. Excitement was flooding through her. Her mouth hungered for more and more passion from him, exulting in the deeply

break away from him. Her body didn't want to. Her body wantonly rubbed itself against the blatant evidence of his excitement, exhilarated by it, madly bent on fanning this desire for her.

d under her mini-skirt, moved her silk panties aside, found the soft moist furrows of her sex and stroked her to a feve

tension as her inner muscles convulsed and creamed around the marvellously deep penetration. And he repeated it, storming her

pulsing against her throat. If traffic had passed by them on the street, she hadn't heard or seen it. The ni

ried her to the passenger side, only relinquishing their intimate connection when he opened the door and lowered her to the seat. He kissed her while he fastened the

how any action was beyond her. She barely grasped the fact that he had seized control of the situation, putting her in the car, retrieving her handbag

elieve I