Copyright © 2008 Ava James
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Turning around, Deryn met stunning cerulean eyes set in chiseled features, paired with heart-stopping good looks. Hot didn't even begin to cover the essence of this man. Her jaw slackened at the sight. Raw desire shot down her body. Her eyes wide, she drank him in inch by tailored inch. He wore his light grey suit with confidence, and his honey locks, pulled back from his face into a short ponytail, brushed the collar of his black shirt. A seductive grin crept across his sensual lips, and a sigh almost escaped Deryn's lips.
Holy David Beckham! This man could be his long lost, even hotter brother. His tawny skin, muscular frame, and blond locks were a triple threat. It was too much.... He was too much.
"I...." I want you.... No, too forward. Damn, what was I saying?
Her mind turned to mush with one grin from him. She didn't recognize this man from their tour group. There was no way he'd been in the group--she would have seen him.
"There's a breathtaking view from the Eagle Tower. You can see clear across the sea." The handsome stranger's voice enchanted her. She stood stunned. "Oh, sorry. Llaw Gyffes." He extended his hand. She didn't immediately take it, so he reached down and took her hand into his gentle grip.
Every nerve in her body pulsed with excitement. When his hand made contact with hers, Deryn swore the air sizzled with heat. She watched in utter fascination as he brought her hand up to his mouth, his lips inches from her skin. The whole world stopped in that moment. She held her breath while he turned her hand. His satin lips made contact with the sensitive flesh of her wrist, and her knees nearly gave way. His eyes met hers, and she couldn't restrain the sigh that rolled off her tongue.
"And you are?" His eyes sparkled with mischievous curiosity.
Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! He's talking to you...answer him!
"Deryn Philips." Her reply came out in a spluttered rush.
"Deryn." Her name never sounded better. "Bird...interesting. Well eirian Deryn, let me lead you to the Eagle Tower."
She had no idea what language he'd just spoken or what he'd said, but it was divine.