Page 112 of A Legal Affair
“Think so?”
“Absolutely.”
He looked at her, those black-lashed eyes searching her face until she swallowed and glanced away.
“Do you want kids, Daniela?” His voice was quiet.
“I do,” she said, a touch wistfully. “With the right man, of course.”
“What does that look like to you? The right man, I mean.”
She met his gaze, and without intending to, she told him the unvarnished truth: “You.”
His expression changed, his eyes darkening, nostrils flaring slightly.
They stared at each other, heat spreading from her cheeks to her throat. His sudden intensity was overwhelming, and she found herself looking down, unable to hold his gaze a second longer.
“Caleb—”
“I hope you’re hungry,” he said in a low voice. “I ordered a lot of food for breakfast. We can eat on the terrace.”
The non sequitur brought her eyes back to his. “You already ordered?”
The corner of his mouth kicked up at her surprised tone. “Told you I would.”
She grinned. “Executive decision, huh?”
“I’m a Scorpio, remember?” Slowly he stood, giving her a mouthwatering eyeful of his tented gray sweatpants.
“Oh my.” Her insides went all shivery and hot. “Won’t our food be here soon?”
“Probably,” he rumbled, picking her up like a new bride, “but let’s take a shower first. I need you naked and wet right now.”
“I’m already wet,” she breathed in his ear. “Just get me naked.”
32
Afew hours later, Daniela climbed off the back of Caleb’s Ducati and removed her helmet. Tucking it beneath one arm, she gave him a demure smile, the engine a low growl between them.
“Thanks for the ride,” she said.
“Anytime.” Caleb lifted his helmet’s tinted visor so she could see his eyes. His heavy-lidded dark gaze made him unbearably sexy. As memories of their erotic lovemaking marathon flooded her mind, she felt her cheeks grow warm.
She handed over her helmet and watched him stow it in the saddlebag. “I had a really wonderful time,” she told him.
“Me, too.” He winked. “I’ll be back at four to pick you up.”
She smiled, anticipation quickening her heartbeat. “I’ll be ready.”
Their gazes held for a heated moment. When he lifted his helmet off, Daniela stepped forward, cradled his bearded jaw between her hands and pressed a slow, soft kiss to his very kissable mouth. When she pulled away, the eyes that met hers were smoldering.
“Make that two o’clock,” Caleb amended huskily.
She gave a low, sultry laugh. “I’ll be ready.”
With a darkly seductive smile, he resettled his helmet on his head, revved the motorcycle’s engine and roared off down the street.
Daniela stood watching until he’d disappeared around the corner. Then, feeling like a lovesick schoolgirl returning home from her first date, she turned and skipped up the walk to the house.
