Royal Seduction. Donna Clayton

cleavage drew his gaze.

      Something amazing gathered in those deep blue eyes of hers. And just as amazing were the mysterious tendrils that seemed to sprout from the very ground and climb along his legs, grappling and grasping and plucking at him.

      Touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.

      The phantom whisper seemed to come from nowhere. And everywhere. Every leaf, every drop of water, every pebble and rock vibrated with a wraithlike energy that called him to act.

      The urge to reach out and stroke the graceful line of her jaw nearly overpowered him.

      Riley’s mouth went desert-dry, and he cleared his throat with a small cough.

      “We should go,” he told her. He stood, before the strange spell completely smothered all his good and logical sense. “I have other places for you to see, other things for us to do. This is a tour, remember.”

      Determination resided on her pretty face, hinting that she was quite happy with the “thing” they were doing right now. But he pushed the issue by holding out his hand to her.

      And after exhaling a quick, regretful sigh, she took it.