Claimed By The Wealthy Magnate. Nina Milne

that her body was on alert—heaven help her if her mind joined the party.

      ‘And I should never have jeopardised it with a meaningless one-night stand.’

      His eyebrows rose. ‘Meaningless?’ he repeated softly.

      ‘Meaningless on any real level.’ It was impossible to infuse her words with more than a mocking semblance of truth—not when she knew that their night together had been little short of a miracle for her.

      ‘You sure about that?’

      His voice deepened and Kaitlin caught her breath on the smallest of gasps. She dropped her gaze from the look in his eye. The ice-blue had darkened to cobalt and she knew what she would see in their depths—the memory of the levels, the sheer heights of the passion they had scaled. Heat crept up her cheekbones and her gaze lingered on his hands, on their strength, their capability, and an image flashed into her brain. The touch of his fingers as they’d caressed her skin...her own fingers trailing down the skin of his bare back...the ripple of muscle, the taste of...