attention. She and her ex hadn’t been intimate long before they got divorced. But, hell, he was getting it on the side. Cleo tensed at the reminder of that day her world had changed.
“Something wrong?” A sexy voice snapped her out of the bad memory she was becoming entrenched in.
Forcing back the depressing thoughts, she smiled at the handsome man staring down at her. “No, just got lost in the past.”
He moved his large body closer to hers, blocking her against the railing of the stairs they ascended. A whimper of desire attempted to slip past her lips, but she swallowed it back and, in doing so, brought the delicious scent that surrounded him into her nose and embedding it into her skin.
“The look on your face tells whatever it was isn’t a pleasant memory.”
He reached toward her with one strong hand and brushed back the tendrils of hair that had escaped the confines of her barrette. Her insides shook like an earthquake as his skin touched hers. The tips of his fingers were rough, and immediately, she wondered what they would feel like caressing her naked body.
“Not all memories are pleasant ones,” she managed to force out. “We should keep going.”
She held her breath as he examined her for a few seconds. Cleo shoved away her disappointment when he backed off and allowed her room to walk without touching him. Jeez, I’m the one who told him we needed to keep going. He was just doing what I’d asked.
“Top of the stairs and we go to the left.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.
There was just something about him that rang familiar to her. It was as if she’d seen him somewhere before. It didn’t make any sense, but that was the feeling she got looking at him. Well, not the only feeling but one of them.
Cleo kept sneaking glances at him as they headed through the darkened museum. Dear Lord in heaven, I want to jump him. Inhaling sharply, she tore her gaze away from him and tried to get drawn in by the pieces of Russian history that surrounded them. For once, it didn’t work. The man keeping pace beside her was what she wanted to study more.
Even though, each time she stole a glance at him, he was facing forward, Cleo would swear he watched her. She could feel his gaze upon her, because her body temperature kept increasing. And, I thought Lane looked good. She smiled over the memory of Kenya’s boyfriend. Country superstar, Lane Strong. He was a very good-looking man.
“Well, now, I get a smile. I take it this memory is a more pleasurable one?”
“Yes. It is.” She nodded and almost missed the slight narrowing of his eyes.
“Going to share?”
“I was thinking about a friend of mine and…” She trailed off, shocked she’d almost admitted what thoughts had crossed her mind.
His strong hand curled around her upper arm, pulling so they were face to face. “And?”
Cleo spied into eyes that seemed darker as they swirled with…anger? Thinking fast, she said, “And, I was wondering what she would think of the day I’ve had.”
His entire outward appearance relaxed. “She sounds like a good friend. What’s her name?”
“Kenya.” Cleo picked up the pendant she wore. “She gave me this before I left for Russia. In fact, she was one who encouraged me to come here, instead of telling me how crazy I was.”
“May I?” he asked, reaching toward the snowflake she held.
“Of course.”
She gulped when his fingers slid across hers to touch the silver pendant. Her belly formed knots as his knuckles brushed against her sternum. He leaned in closer, and she could see the many different shades of blond his hair contained. Clenching her hands into fists so she wouldn’t touch the silky strands, she struggled to keep her whimper contained.
“Your friend got this for you?” he questioned.
“Yes,” Cleo answered as he placed it softly against her skin and stepped back. “She said she was out shopping with her boyfriend, and when she saw it, she
“Something wrong?” A sexy voice snapped her out of the bad memory she was becoming entrenched in.
Forcing back the depressing thoughts, she smiled at the handsome man staring down at her. “No, just got lost in the past.”
He moved his large body closer to hers, blocking her against the railing of the stairs they ascended. A whimper of desire attempted to slip past her lips, but she swallowed it back and, in doing so, brought the delicious scent that surrounded him into her nose and embedding it into her skin.
“The look on your face tells whatever it was isn’t a pleasant memory.”
He reached toward her with one strong hand and brushed back the tendrils of hair that had escaped the confines of her barrette. Her insides shook like an earthquake as his skin touched hers. The tips of his fingers were rough, and immediately, she wondered what they would feel like caressing her naked body.
“Not all memories are pleasant ones,” she managed to force out. “We should keep going.”
She held her breath as he examined her for a few seconds. Cleo shoved away her disappointment when he backed off and allowed her room to walk without touching him. Jeez, I’m the one who told him we needed to keep going. He was just doing what I’d asked.
“Top of the stairs and we go to the left.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants.
There was just something about him that rang familiar to her. It was as if she’d seen him somewhere before. It didn’t make any sense, but that was the feeling she got looking at him. Well, not the only feeling but one of them.
Cleo kept sneaking glances at him as they headed through the darkened museum. Dear Lord in heaven, I want to jump him. Inhaling sharply, she tore her gaze away from him and tried to get drawn in by the pieces of Russian history that surrounded them. For once, it didn’t work. The man keeping pace beside her was what she wanted to study more.
Even though, each time she stole a glance at him, he was facing forward, Cleo would swear he watched her. She could feel his gaze upon her, because her body temperature kept increasing. And, I thought Lane looked good. She smiled over the memory of Kenya’s boyfriend. Country superstar, Lane Strong. He was a very good-looking man.
“Well, now, I get a smile. I take it this memory is a more pleasurable one?”
“Yes. It is.” She nodded and almost missed the slight narrowing of his eyes.
“Going to share?”
“I was thinking about a friend of mine and…” She trailed off, shocked she’d almost admitted what thoughts had crossed her mind.
His strong hand curled around her upper arm, pulling so they were face to face. “And?”
Cleo spied into eyes that seemed darker as they swirled with…anger? Thinking fast, she said, “And, I was wondering what she would think of the day I’ve had.”
His entire outward appearance relaxed. “She sounds like a good friend. What’s her name?”
“Kenya.” Cleo picked up the pendant she wore. “She gave me this before I left for Russia. In fact, she was one who encouraged me to come here, instead of telling me how crazy I was.”
“May I?” he asked, reaching toward the snowflake she held.
“Of course.”
She gulped when his fingers slid across hers to touch the silver pendant. Her belly formed knots as his knuckles brushed against her sternum. He leaned in closer, and she could see the many different shades of blond his hair contained. Clenching her hands into fists so she wouldn’t touch the silky strands, she struggled to keep her whimper contained.
“Your friend got this for you?” he questioned.
“Yes,” Cleo answered as he placed it softly against her skin and stepped back. “She said she was out shopping with her boyfriend, and when she saw it, she
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