What a man!Part of Erin’s mind kept buzzing over him even as she carried through his suggestion of concentrating the children’s attention on another story.A big man in every sense, she decided—strength, compassion, authority, as well as having a fabulous physique emitting so much male power, her female hormones were leaping around in a frenzy of interest. Definitely a prince of a man, and I’d just love to be his princess, she thought dizzily.She’d caught a glimpse of him strolling through the park earlier and instantly liked what she saw—very impressive. When he’d settled on the bench seat in easy earshot of her storytelling, it had been impossible to resist the impulse to show off to him, pouring much more vitality into her performance than she usually did. Which was really silly because he was an absolute stranger with no chance of their meeting, given that she was caught up with a group of children.Then had come his amazing intrusion when Thomas’s father had been about to make

“Peter Ramsey,” her aunt said with almost breathless awe. Her eyes were goggling when she looked up at Erin. I should have recognized him. But why on earth would he be in that park?”Erin honed in on the most pertinent point. “Why should you have recognized him?”“Because of who he is, of course,” her aunt brushed off impatiently, then caught Erin’s grimace of frustration. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of him.He’s Lloyd Ramsey’s son and heir.”This stunning revelation was a blow to the fantasy that had been building up in her mind. “You mean the multibillionaire, Lloyd Ramsey ?”“The one and only,” her aunt confirmed.Lloyd Ramsey was virtually an Australian legend, making so many headlines over so many years, even Erin who’d always lived in the world of books, was not ignorant of the man’s power and how he wielded his wealth. He’d been nicknamed “the shark” because he went after a bite of just about every big business enterprise going. From Sarah’s reaction to Peter’s name, appar

She had that look of curious wonder in her lovely green eyes again—almost childlike in its wishful search for understanding.It tugged at Peter. He barely resisted the urge to tell her,” You’re my adventure, Erin Lavelle.”That truth could very well offend her, make her withdraw from him, halt his progress in finding out more about her. So far, it was all good. No boyfriend.What family she had—divorced parents—had no strong claim on her. She was free to do whatever she chose, and tonight she’d chosen to have dinner with him before going off to a party.Not that she would get to that party.Peter was determined on holding her with him.“Today has not been my usual scene,” he conceded, aware she wanted to be given a reasonable explanation for his actions. But it has felt surprisingly good and I guess I want to finish it up still feeling good.”“Why were you in the park?” she asked, pinning him down to detail. Because you were there.Would she be flattered to hear that? Or frightened?H

Erin’s heart was galloping. The light brush of his lips against hers caused an electric buzz. She ceased to think. The tip of her tongue darted out to sweep over the acute sensation. He sucked it into his mouth, instantly turning the kiss into a deeply intimate connection.She felt him lift her hand to his shoulder, felt the fingers that had been stroking her face slide into her hair, felt his arm slide around her waist. Then her body was being pressed against his and it felt so good to be held there, her soft femininity revelling in his hard strength, her breasts swelling ecstatically across the hot, muscular wall of his chest, a wild excitement coursing through her stomach at the unmistakable evidence of his desire, her thighs quivering at the tension in his, the sense of melting into him spreading right through her as the kiss went on and on, erotically gathering an urgent passion that was totally beyond any experience she’d ever had of kissing.She wasn’t aware of thrusting her ow

Erin drifted slowly from a lovely languorous sleep, a deep sense of well- being seeping into her consciousness, her body uncurling and stretching, revelling in feeling good. She lifted her arms up over her head, arched her back and opened her eyes.Shock slammed into her heart.Peter Ramsey was standing at the end of the bed, watching her, a satisfied little smile lurking on his lips, his hair wet, slicked back, his blue eyes taking their fill of her, his magnificent body unashamedly naked except for a white towel slung over one shoulder.He was definitely real.And she was in his bed, his apartment at Bondi Beach .Memories of all they’d done together last night flooded through Erin’s mind.Her vaginal muscles instantly squinched, recalling the incredible pleasure of one amazing climax after another. It had been so fantastic, but…what happens now?“Sleeping beauty awakes,” Peter drawled in an indulgent tone.”You could have waited for my kiss.”Relief poured into her smile. He wasn’t