An Arranged Marriage. Susan Fox P.

in her chest, swelling her heart. Before she could quite identify it, his lips eased away.

      Her lashes fluttered up and she dizzily met the raging fire in his eyes.

      “Say my name.”

      The demand was almost harsh, but Allison didn’t feel threatened. Her soft, “Blue,” was breathless with the sensuality that gripped her. She realized with some surprise that she’d moved her hand and that she was touching his lean cheek, stroking it.

      Her even softer, “Blue,” repeated the name that she suddenly realized would forever be attached to the strange new emotion she felt.

      When Blue reached up to gently capture her fingers and pull them away from his cheek, she felt oddly disappointed. He slowly released her and eased her away from him.

      The loss of his body heat seemed to calm the turbulent sensuality between them. But only slightly. Even when they were no longer touching, something a lot like raw electricity danced and snapped between them.

      “I reckon you’ll want to get yourself back to town and start makin’ plans,” he said gruffly. “I’ll call on you tomorrow afternoon to see how you’re comin’ along.”

      Allison was still too in thrall to speak. She felt an unexpected nick of pain when she sensed Blue withdraw emotionally. Suddenly aloof, he escorted her to the door, then outside and down the walk to her car. He opened the door for her, then shut it solidly once she was behind the wheel.

      She drove all the way to the highway before she realized she was shaking violently.