Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

where you are.”
    “Which one?”
    A few minutes later Taylor was ending the call with her sister. She turned to find Dominic standing in the same spot he’d been standing when she had placed the call.
    “Is there a problem?”
    She glanced over at him and tried not to notice how sexy he looked standing there with his hands inside the pockets of his shorts. He had nice legs for a man. Muscular and bowed. “I don’t know. Cheyenne passed out while doing a photo shoot. I need to make sure she’s okay.”
    Dominic nodded and moved to stand in front of her. “Where is she?”
    “On an island not far from here called Bimini Bay.”
    He appeared to consider her response for a mere second before saying, “Okay, then, let’s go.”
    * * *
    Taylor was amazed how quickly Dominic had made things happen. A half hour later a private plane had been chartered to take them to Bimini Bay. At twenty-three, Cheyenne was the youngest in the family and after a brief stint as a television reporter she’d tried her hand at modeling, saying it would give her the chance to travel and live in some of the most beautiful and exotic places. A few years ago she had purchased a home in Jamaica, but traveled back home for important family events, and like Taylor, she was on the board of the Steele Corporation.
    Taylor couldn’t help but smile when she thought of her sister, the rebel. She had taken being the baby in the Steele family to all-new heights. Her male cousins had thought Vanessa was a handful while growing up, but nothing had prepared them for Cheyenne. Whereas Vanessa and Taylor favored their father, Cheyenne had inherited their mother’s strong Native American features, bestowing upon her an exotic look, which is why she was given the name of her mother’s ancestry. She had beautiful brown skin, high cheekbones and dark eyes. Even as a child Cheyenne had gotten her share of admiring looks. It hadn’t come as a surprise to anyone that while working as a news reporter a few years back, the president of a top modeling agency, who had seen her on television, had made Cheyenne an offer she couldn’t refuse to come work for him.
    “Here, drink this. It will calm your nerves.”
    She looked up as Dominic placed a cup of warm tea in her hand. From the moment she had told him of her concern for Cheyenne, he had seen to her every need. “Thank you,” she said, taking the tea cup from him. She took a sip and liked the taste.
    “We should be landing soon.”
    “Okay,” she managed to say, not sure what Dominic was thinking. This was probably not the way he had envisioned their day ending. “Dominic, I know you must think it’s silly that I’d want to see my sister just because she fainted and that—”
    He placed a finger to her lips. “No, chérie, I don’t think that at all. In fact I think it’s rather sweet that you care for your sibling so much. But then I find that you are a very caring person.”
    He had given her the tea to calm her but she wondered if he knew the turbulence going through her at that moment being so close to him. In a way she felt she was out near the ocean, steadily getting pulled in by the tide. The man had that sort of effect. Even after what they had been doing that afternoon, she still wanted more of him. His heat was reaching out to her, warming her in one instant and sending shivers through her body in another.
    “We’ll make sure she’s okay,” he was saying. “And then we’ll return to the resort later tonight.”
    “All right,” she said, taking a sip.
    His eyes seemed to have turned another shade of green, almost emerald. And there was a deep meaning in their dark depths. It was one she understood. He still wanted more of her, too. That thought sent more shivers through her and stirred her all the way down to her toes.
    “Come here for a second,” he said in a ragged breath. “Lean closer.”
    Placing the teacup aside, she leaned closer to him. When Dominic connected his mouth to hers, she thought that his kiss was like a drug. Highly potent. Very effective. It was electrifying every nerve in her body, uncoiling sensations she only felt when they were together.
    “Buckle up, folks. We’re about to land.”
    The pilot’s voice intruded and she pulled away, reluctantly, from his hot and hungry mouth. “We will finish this later, right?” she couldn’t help but ask, breathing the question against his moist lips.
    “You can count on it, Taylor,” was his quick