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tears to them, she fanned her heated face as she remembered the flash of knees
he’d offered. Seeing the length of his tartan was spot on and that he had his
sporran in the proper place had her wondering if he took the traditional dress
to the full extent and had dressed commando. Her knees trembled again. Her
frame of mind wasn’t helped when she remembered his mussed blond mane. It gave
him a wild, just came from bed look. Thinking about it teased her imagination
to go back inside so she could run her hands through it, pull his head down and
taste him.
    Damn it, he was a true enigma that managed to catch her
attention and she didn’t want him to.
    She stopped where she was and looked blindly ahead. When she
first turned around and looked into his stunning face, he induced an immense
storm of passion to rush through her body and blinded her to everything else
happening around her. The need heightened further when he spoke with the voice
of home. Grace understood in that moment she’d been his for the taking and
didn’t like that vulnerability.
    When she’d looked into his golden gaze, it had left her
feeling as if she’d been hit over the head with a hammer. Dizzy and weak for
him. The way he’d looked at her while she waited for him to answer her request
gave her time to think about him carrying her to his lair and taking her. She
felt lust and even love before, but in her lifetime she never had an attraction
strike her so completely and immediately as this one had. There’d been
something about him that drew her in and she’d seen no reason to resist.
    In fact, she would’ve stepped closer to him, but the
attraction swiftly turned sour. The stranger had managed to send her hurtling
to a place where she was ready to share herself, only to have her spirit dashed
by his thoughtless words.
    She shook her head with disgust and tried to refocus on the
traffic dashing by, looking for a black cab with a light on to show it was
free.
    Okay, time to be honest with yourself, Grace, and admit
what’s actually on your mind. While this was very unlike her, she had to
accept that she wanted the man in a very base manner, on a physical level, for
no other reason than his appearance and reminders of home. A gorgeous hunk of
manhood, a voice that made her bones melt, wild and untamed hair, eyes burning
brightly and intensely focused entirely on her, all merged together. The entire
package had called out to her body on a very intimate plane and she would’ve
been happy to answer.
    While he’d been taking in her appearance, she hadn’t been
insulted by his inspection of her body. Just the opposite. She remembered the
way his gaze took in her form had, in fact, turned her on. Grace had enjoyed
his interest, even felt her body prepare itself to entice him to step forward
and seduce her. She’d noticed he possessed a magnificent hard-on that had been
pointing at her from beneath his kilt. It had tempted her to reach out and
touch the rod. The temptation to do just that had been right there and then
he’d opened his mouth. From that point, her personal interest had gone.
Although replaced by anger, it became apparent her body didn’t receive the
message. It still hadn’t.
    A black cab turned the corner. She stepped to the edge of
the sidewalk and flagged it down. She was relieved when the driver found an
opening to cross through traffic in order to answer her call. Stepping up into
the roomy back, she shut the door and moved to sit down.
    “Piccadilly and Old Bond Street.” Leaning forward, she gave
the address to the man through the small opening in the glass partition between
them.
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    She could hear the driver had an African drumbeat playing
low. It filled the car with its mysterious sensual rhythm and helped lead her
right back to him. She sat back and fidgeted with the small beaded bag in her
lap. Damn it, was everything going to bring that man to her mind? She
crossed her legs tightly in a bid