Meant to Be...mine (Texas Heat)

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His eyes locked on hers, and oh my god he was walking toward her. He was drop dead gorgeous, he was tall, very tall, of course to her anyone over 5’ was tall, crap crap he was built. He looked like he stepped off the cover of People magazine and had been sexiest man of the decade. He wasn’t in a suit like most of the other men, and he wasn’t half naked either. Damn it. He had on a pair of black jeans, and a white long sleeve shirt, unbuttoned enough to show his chest, and godhelpher she saw ink, she loved a man with tattoo’s. She hoped like hell she wasn’t drooling and resisted the urge to wipe her mouth. As he got closer to her she saw that his hair was a light brown and long-worn held back in a man’s version of a pony tail. He was finally standing close enough she saw his eyes were steel gray with long lashes that women would pay good money to have.
The closer he got the more her body trembled. His eyes seemed to see straight into her soul marking her, she somehow felt he was laying a claim to her, and damned if she cared. The way he was looking at her demanded she look at him. No one had ever looked at her the way his eyes were devouring her. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, resting on her breast. She felt the heat of his gaze and her body responded with her nipples hardening and pressing against her dress. He smiled knowingly, and then lowered his eyes stopping exactly where her very wet doo dah was, her breathing quickened and she shifted her weight, and damned if he didn’t smile again. One more smile and she was going to come right there on the spot, instant combustion - she was almost there.