Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

for him but she was already there. In fact her body didn’t rightly seem connected to her brain. It wanted to do one thing while her brain was trying to drill some sense into her. She really wasn’t paying attention.
    “There’s also a notice that dinner will be served in our room around six.” He checked his watch. “That’s a couple of hours away. Is there anything you’d like to do until then?”
    Taylor took a deep breath while thinking that, yes, there was something she would like to do until then. Jumping his bones seemed like an activity worth trying. But she knew she couldn’t do that. She had put too much work into her seduction scene tonight to get carried away by a few errant hormones. Well, maybe more than a few.
    “What about a walk on the beach?” she decided to ask.
    From the look on his face she could tell her suggestion surprised him. “A walk on the beach?”
    “Yes, and then we can return to the room and shower for dinner,” she said.
    “Ok, then let’s take a walk on the beach.”
    She glanced at his clothes. Not the typical attire for walking on the beach. “Do you want to change first?”
    He smiled. “No, I’m fine.”
    He most certainly was.
    He moved toward the door. Paused and glanced over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”
    Not yet, she thought, but she had a feeling that’s all she would be doing later tonight underneath his hard, muscular body. “Yes,” she said, crossing the room to where he was standing. He smiled again and she felt all kinds of flutters fill her stomach. She couldn’t wait until tonight.
    * * *
    Dominic thought the same thing as he walked beside Taylor on the long stretch of beach. He couldn’t remember ever taking the time to do something so relaxing. He definitely hadn’t ever done so with Camry. Their lives had been fast paced—jet-setters—with no thought of settling down and taking things slow or making a family. They’d figured that would come later. And they had been so wrong.
    Not wanting to think of his life with Camry—and what he’d lost with her death—he wanted to concentrate on what he would gain with Taylor. Since he had no intentions of ever marrying again, at least he would have a son or daughter who would inherit what he was working so hard to acquire. His own Saxon dynasty.
    He had removed his shoes and socks and actually liked the feel of the sand beneath his feet. He also liked having this woman beside him. They continued walking down the long stretch of beach. The sugar-white sand gave way to a clear blue-green sea and the scent of the ocean filled his nostrils. Taylor wasn’t saying much but then neither was he. He was too busy thinking of what he would love to be doing with all those jars of flavored creams this week. What he intended to do with them.
    “The beach is simply gorgeous, isn’t it?”
    He turned his head and caught her gaze. His eyes moved to her lips, remembering how they’d tasted and a sensation passed through his body. “Yes, it is,” he responded, thinking so was she. “I can’t recall the last time I’ve done something like this.”
    “Really?” she said, looking at him. “But you own an entire island on the ocean.”
    He wasn’t surprised she knew that. Other than his parents, Matt and the IRS, she was the only other person who knew the vast extent of his wealth. The media thought they knew but in essence they really didn’t have a clue. His grandfather was determined to make sure Dominic took his place as the rightful Saxon heir and had set up various accounts for him in all parts of the world. Dominic wanted no part of it and to this day refused to acknowledge the old man’s generosity. Dominic was determined not to accept his grandfather’s money, which he saw as a device Franco Saxon was using to alleviate his guilt and buy his way into his grandson’s affections. As far as Dominic was concerned, it would not happen.
    “Yes, I own that island but I rarely have time to enjoy it. You of all people should know how busy I am.”
    It seemed he was driven to accumulate even more wealth and was beginning to believe the accusations his father had once made were true. As long as he maintained a degree of his own wealth, he would not be tempted to accept what his grandfather was offering.
    “In that case I’m glad at least you have this week to relax and unwind.”
    He chuckled. “Um, is that what I’ll be doing?”
    Her grin was almost contagious when she said, “Somewhat. But