What happens when two people who are both of the same mind—this being to steer well clear of emotional entanglements—are struck down by instant attraction.
Kate last met Liam when she was bridesmaid at her sister’s wedding. A gangly, uncertain fourteen year old, going through the painful problems associated with growing up, she took an instant dislike to Liam, who made fun of her. When her recently widowed sister talks her into reluctantly accompanying her to her brother-in-law’s home, which was built by its owner, architect Liam, Kate falls in love with the house and, unfortunately for her, finds that she soon has corresponding feelings for the man who owns it.
Meanwhile, Liam cannot believe that the tall, insecure teenager he met at his brother’s wedding years ago has blossomed into this beautiful, talented woman. His inbuilt antennae that had served him well, stood every chance of being annihilated if he didn’t watch out.
“Now what are you up to?” Liam, changed into dry shorts and T-shirt, was just passing her open door. “Good God, woman, you’re wetter than before,” he scolded, entering the room. Going into the bathroom he brought out another towel. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he ordered, “Come here. I’ll dry your hair.”
Shakily Kate obeyed, and he drew her towards him until she stood between his spread knees. “Kneel down.” Like a tractable child she obeyed, her head bent forward, her hands coming to rest on his thighs. He began to rub at her head rhythmically.
“Mm,” she muttered. “You have magical hands.” He grunted. “Why don’t you like me?” She bit her lip as the childish question blundered out.
“Where did you get that idea from?” he asked, his hands pressing flat on her head as he stopped their movement.
“You were rude to me when I was fourteen and you didn’t seem too pleased with me when I arrived.”
He made a funny sound. Kate wasn’t sure if it was a raspberry or a grunt. “I thought we’d clarified that I find you attractive, talented, and very desirable.” His hands were now resting one on each side of her head. “On top of all that I think you have seductive eyes.”
Pushing back the towel Kate peered up at him, her hands moving beneath his shirt to rest on his chest. He made no move to stop her, but gasped some unintelligible word as her fingertips began to trace small circles on his skin.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” she asked huskily.
“Are you kidding? I know many women who would kill to have legs like yours. And your hair is fabulous.” Pulling the damp towel from her head he tossed it to the floor. Then he sifted his fingers through the damp strands with fingers, she noted, that trembled slightly.
“I’m too long,” she grumbled. Pushing at his thighs, she struggled to her feet. In her effort to stand, the towel became unfastened. “Whoops.”
As she made a grab for it, trying to hitch it back in place Liam stopped her, tugging it free. Kate let it go and it fell with a soft thud at their feet.
“You’re slender, and majestic, and right now, Katie, not only do I think you beautiful, but I more than like you. I worship you.” His voice had grown hoarse and his eyes hot with desire as they settled on her breasts.
“I’m blotto,” she mumbled, in a last ditch attempt at lightness.
“You sure are,” he agreed.
Kate drew herself up to her full height, transfixed by his obvious desire for her, by the glint that turned his eyes to silver.
It was sheer madness to behave like this. It was time to defuse this charge of something elemental arcing between them. “Do you know many women with short, stumpy legs?” she asked.
“Thousands.” Liam frowned. Her delicate brows were drawn together, and he tried to concentrate on them instead of letting his eyes rove over the delectable curves so blatantly displayed.
While changing earlier, he’d chastised himself, coming to the conclusion it would be best if he didn’t touch her again. This was getting way out of hand. But how could he resist this siren? The enticing scent of her skin was driving him nuts. Her fascinating eyes were filled with undisguised emotion. The lure of her magnificent body stirred his blood until he felt that if he didn’t take her in his arms and kiss her, until she surrendered to this primitive need firing his blood, he’d go completely insane.
“Kate and Liam possess artistic temperaments, and you know that there are going to be fireworks, you just never know how many or what kind. This is a fun and interesting exploration into love and all its trials. This contemporary romance is a great adventure into the lives of two people who just don't recognize love when they feel it, and are really fighting a losing battle from the start. Tricia has provided a wonderful cat and mouse relationship, with plenty of sensual overtones. Liam and Kate are an entertaining pair, and I found this a delightful read.” ROSE at Romance at Heart
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