Forbidden Love with the Marine(30)
Chapter Two
He hadn’t dreamed her.
Blade thought he had. He remembered seeing her exact image like something beyond a filmy veil...Dark brown eyes wide and bewitching; her oval face with the deliciously smooth skin. Her luscious lips and that gloriously dark black hair tumbling down around her, had all seemed like part of a fevered fantasy.
But the vision walking into the house dressed in what looked like a killer business suit was real - blissfully real.
Her luxurious locks were swept over one shoulder to rest in waves over her full bust which strained against her jacket. Her formal outfit was pinched in at the waist, showing off her slender midsection which suddenly flared into sinfully curvy hips. Her long shapely legs went on for endless days to her feminine feet encased in the sexiest black pumps his eyes had ever seen.
Blade swallowed, and lifted the cool can of beer he’d been holding to place against his forehead. Long months of celibacy must be catching up with him.
She strode into the open plan kitchen, looked up and saw him, and then started.
“Oh! You’re still here.”
He smiled, putting out his hand that wasn’t holding the beer. “I’m Blade Weber. You must be Makayla Stiles. Gina’s roommate.”
“Yeah,” she said, looking him over quickly. Blade wasn’t ready to believe he saw admiration glittering in her eyes for a moment. He was dressed in a pair of snug and worn blue jeans beneath a plain muscle tee. No way had she just given him the once-over. Or had she?
Women like her didn’t go for men like him, Blade told himself. She was all glossy perfection in that power suit of hers, her laptop in its case held in her arm while her designer folder bag was placed on the ground so she could have a hand free to accept his handshake.
Her skin felt as soft as petals. It disappeared into his huge paw and he felt her delicate bones within his fingers. Her deep brown eyes widened as they held his. He wondered what she could read there. Could she tell how badly he already wanted her? How strongly she’d invaded his dreams with just that one glimpse he’d had of her last night?
He remembered stirring awake from a troubling dream – similar to those he’d been having for months – only to open his eyes and see her standing there, staring at him like she’d seen a ghost.
He hadn’t slept so good in weeks – even months. Maybe even longer. And the nightmares that usually caught up with him in the early hours before dawn – he didn’t have them last night. Not after that one, halo-framed glimpse of his brown-eyed angel.
Oh, shit...Blade thought as he suddenly had a vague recollection of saying something out loud before he’d fallen asleep again. He sure as hell hoped he hadn’t called her something embarrassingly goofy.
“Pardon my opening statement, but when I woke up this morning and didn’t find you, I thought you’d left for some reason or other,” she said casually, placing down her pricey computer as well as her case on the side of the island. Blade found his eyes following her like a besotted twit. The way she moved – like a ballet dancer; all elegant sweeps of hand and turn of leg. And what legs. He roved his eyes quickly along their length in those black silky tights and felt a fist of lust grip him.
What the hell? Just within a minute of meeting her one on one and he was panting for her like a gawky teenager?
Ever since he’d found out his error that he’d crashed in the wrong bed, he’d felt like an idiot and had been waiting around all evening to apologize for any inconvenience. But once she arrived, all else was forgotten apart from the way she made him feel just by standing in the same airspace. The male in him was aware of every single thing about her; from her flirty expensive perfume, to the straight, graceful line of her shoulder. Her voice was cultured silk; intellectual and sexy. She looked and smelled like a high maintenance career woman.
Not that he had anything against career women. Hell, women like Makayla Stiles were just his type. Smart and sexy, driven, ambitious and unafraid to tackle challenging corporate roles that used to be the sole prerogative of men.
The only problem was, though such women suited his tastes just fine, most times they didn’t find that he suited theirs.
Right now, Makayla Stiles spelled ‘trouble’ in neon-colored lights. Mostly because of his instantaneous attraction to her, and also because he was here on a mission and couldn’t afford to be side-tracked. Sure, he was no longer an active soldier but for now, there was one particular tour of duty that he had to face and it had nothing to do with warfare.
Chapter Three
Makayla tried not to squirm as she turned away from Blade’s disturbingly intense dark blue eyes. The hairs on her neck stood out in reaction to his gaze which she could still feel like a laser beam even with her back turned.
What was it about the way he looked at her that made her heart race?
He was all solid muscle, all six feet plus of him. His dark blonde hair was cut low to his well-shaped head. He had pecs that stood out in high definition beneath his shirt, and his jeans fit almost sinfully to his powerful looking thighs and legs.
Even with all his clothes on this time, he was still outrageously beddable. Too much for Makayla’s already frazzled peace of mind. His undeniably masculine magnetism filled up the space around them and made the large kitchen feel claustrophobic. Funny how she wasn’t even looking at him but had his whole image burned into memory.