Idolize (Dark Storm Book 1) by Maggie Mundy

throat, as he came to the door. At this rate, she would not be able to get a word out. He was there, and all the memories of the weekend came back as she gazed at him. Neither of them said a thing and stood there for what was most likely ten seconds, but it seemed like forever. He was even better looking than she remembered. No, that was not true. He was ridiculously handsome, and the panic was back as to why she was there with this drop-dead gorgeous TV star. She was there because he had asked her to be. She needed to keep reminding herself of that.
    “Hello, Cassi.”
    He had no idea what his deep voice with its Australian accent did to her. It was as if her stomach did a little flip of excitement when he said her name. He reached out to take her overnight bag and stood sideways to let her in. They gently brushed against each other, but it sent a tingle of anticipation through her. He watched as she looked around the room, but didn’t say anything. Could he be as nervous as she was? Did he want her approval? The place was simply furnished in blues and whites with a nautical theme. She thought it might be flashy, but it was homey.
    He placed her bag down on one of the blue couches and turned back to stand in front of her. Cassi stared at the floor and bit her bottom lip. Her breath quickened. Why did he have to be more breathtaking than she remembered? She had been intimate with him in the shack, and talked dirty on the phone as they played with themselves. Now she felt nervous as if she were on a date with him for the first time. In truth, they were so far beyond that.
    She wanted him to take her in his arms, kiss her, and make love to her all afternoon. The problem was not that they didn’t want each other. It was more that they didn’t know each other. She’d essentially agreed to meet a stranger and they should talk, but she didn’t want to talk. Cassi peeked up at his face. He was smiling. Dear God, she could feel an ache between her legs for him and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
    “The wig’s cute, but I reckon you look great as a brunette. It’s how I remember you.” He smirked and she noticed a dimple on one cheek she hadn’t noticed before.
    Cassi pulled the wig off, threw it on the counter, and then roughed her hair up. It probably looked a mess, but she wanted bed hair by the end of the afternoon anyway.
    “To be honest, it was really itchy.”
    “If you want to sit down, I can get us some drinks or something to eat, though I’m not much of a cook.”
    “I’m just about stopping the panic. I think you need to kiss me before I run.” Food, drink, and talk were for later as far as she was concerned.
    He didn’t need to be told twice. He was the sexiest man she’d ever met, and she didn’t want him to let her go from this house until he adored her body from head to toe. Cassi moved closer. Declan put one arm around her waist and a hand against her cheek. She leaned into his warm palm as the feel of it relaxed her just a tiny bit. She thought it was probably her imagination, but the room seemed to get hot. It would be another reason for getting naked, not that she needed one.
    “I’ve been thinking about kissing you so much, Cassi. I don’t want to disappoint you. I want it to be wonderful.” He ran his thumb along her lip and she found herself moving closer to him so their bodies touched. He kept saying all the right things. If it was an act to get into her panties, she didn’t care.
    “Just by saying that, you haven’t disappointed me. I came today because I want to be with you. I want you inside me. If that makes me a slut, I don’t care.” Her whole body trembled.
    “As far as I’m concerned, saying that makes you the sexiest fucking woman alive. All I’ve thought about for the past two weeks is being inside you. I want to take it slow and savor every bit of you.”
    “I like the sound of that.”
    She thought he would kiss her lips, but he didn’t. He moved her fringe aside