Beyond the hotel's floor-to-ceiling windows, the ocean sparkled under the moonlight. It wasn't a full moon but Kyla already felt energized by its powers.
"Beautiful," she said then turned away to take in more of the hotel suite.
Albert leaned casually against the closed door, legs crossed at the ankles. "Yes, you are."
Her pulse fluttered in her throat, making it hard to breathe. He pushed away from the door and moved toward her, his suit pants stretched taut across his erection. He could have stepped straight out of the pages of GQ with his broad shoulders and well-tailored suit. She wanted to run her hands over his skin, over those well-defined muscles hinted at beneath his white shirt, over the pulse that was beating wildly in his throat.
Her stomach pitched like a boat on choppy water. He was nervous. The realization relaxed her and at the same time gave her a sense of power.
