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“Hi,” he said, stepping into the small space of the elevator. The rumble of his voice sent a little run of goose bumps up her spine.

“Hi again.” She tried not to stare. He’d looked good last night in his jeans and T-shirt, but in a tux? “I guess you’re not heading to the pub tonight.”

“Not tonight.” A smile crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. “It’s the monkey suit for me.”

“And a very nice monkey suit it is,” she said. “Although...” Her gaze lingered on his bowtie. It was a crazy impulse, she knew, but she wanted to step closer, have a chance to inhale his scent, feel the heat of his body.

 

Kaia Logan

Sapphire Night

“What? Am I crooked?” He reached a tanned hand to the base of his throat.

Jacquie stepped forward. With fingers that trembled ever so slightly, she straightened the already straight bowtie. He smelled—and looked—even better up close. His blue eyes were entirely serious all of a sudden. A slow pulse began between her thighs, she couldn’t look away.

“Thanks,” he murmured, and seemed about to say something else when the elevator door slid open. Lights from the ceiling chandeliers and the hum of voices from the foyer washed into the small space.

“You’re welcome,” she said, stepping back.

There was a beat of silence, and then Ethan offered his arm. “Shall we?”

Jacquie tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow. That pulse still beat low in her belly, and the feel of his muscled arm, even through the fabric of his jacket, didn’t help. This is crazy, but I don’t care. This evening is already going better than I could possibly have imagined a few hours ago. In fact...

An image, startlingly vivid, flashed through her mind. Ethan’s mouth coming down on hers, his hands sliding the straps of her dress from her shoulders, his hands exploring her body until she shivered and moaned...