Jarek held Leigh Van Dolph's business card to the rising dawn's light, which gently filled the showroom. As he considered the woman on the bed, his thumb skimmed the embossed logo of Bella Sportswear.
The hard prod of unexpected desire nettled him—if they were lovers, he would have taken her slowly, deeply as he awoke, aching. He hadn't thought desire would come to him again... His heart and hopes had come floating back to him, lifeless in a bed of seaweed. And yet, here was the stirring of his body, the quickening of his pulses as he caught the woman's light, proactive scent.
She had excited his senses, and he wasn't certain if he liked that surprise. Jarek breathed quietly, leaning back into the shadows, stunned by the physical need that had been dormant for years. He could almost taste that lush mouth, that smooth skin sliding beneath her lips.
