Page 184 of Chaos has a Name
Either way, something needed to become invisible.
Yeah, now, he was panicking.
Uriel didn’t mind talking about his life. Normally, he was so Zen he couldn’t get riled up, but here he was acting like an idiot as his heart raced, and his palms were itchy. The only thing that was going through his mind was when the last time he’d had physical contact with a gorgeous woman.
He couldn’t recall.
That said it all.
When she moved her hand off of his thigh, he was losing the battle between libido and sanity. She smelled like flowers.
What kind?
He swore it was Lily of the Valley, but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure. Either way, it was tantalizing.
What he wanted to do was escape so he didn’t fuck this up. The minute he tried to talk to her, he was going to make a fool of himself.
What was he going to discuss?
His time as a Marine or his yoga? Neither seemed like a good idea considering. Caspian didn’t want some meaningless romp on the reservation.
He was thirty-six years old, and his clock was ticking. Over the last year, watching Gryphen fall in love, and Raphael find his way into Saint’s life, there had been that kernel of desire building in him.
Caspian wanted his person.
But with his inability to talk in coherent sentences around women, that was likely never happening. Give him a bomb to defuse, and he was as cool as a cucumber.
Have a woman touch his thigh, seven inches from his dick, and he was a hot fucking mess.
Holy shit.
His pulse was racing in his neck because it wasn’t the only thing throbbing on his body.
Now, he had to figure a way through this.
If she kept asking questions, that meant he didn’t have to carry on a conversation.
When she blew a strand of hair off of her face, all he wanted to do was reach over and tuck it behind her ear.
This.
Was.
Bad.
Something had gotten into him because he couldn’t stop staring at the woman as she drove. If he kept it up, she’d start to freak out.
He was staring at her like some ridiculously besotted man, and they’d literally just met.
But deep down, he knew.
There was something about her that he couldn’t shake. It had him by the balls.
Maybe it was that physical attraction, or maybe it was more. Caspian wasn’t quite sure.
Rayna had tan skin, likely a gift from her ethnicity, and the prettiest brown eyes that he’d ever seen. They had flecks of gold in them and were a rich brown. Her hair was hanging down her back in a long braid.
What confused him was how it was tied at the end with a pretty white ribbon with little cherries on it.
