Mesmerized, Allura watched the brazen Englishman stride toward her. Close up, his hair seemed blacker than midnight. The green of his eyes was shuttered and dark. His slightly crooked nose, the high cheek bones, and the frankly sensuous mouth were bathed in sunlight while his chin and the hollows of his cheek were in stark relief, making his face at once handsome and yet unyielding and harsh. The corded muscles of his arms stood out, sunlight caressing the silver band that encircled one arm.
He smiled and his eyes were alight with a secret. Then he sank down on one knee. For a few striking moments he gazed at her, his eyes knifing through her as if he could see all her dreams and hopes. He lightly touched the tips of her fingers and slowly lifted her hand, never letting his gaze move from her. After pausing a moment, he brushed feather soft kisses across her knuckles.
She inhaled a swift, deep gasp of air and stepped backward. It was, she thought breathlessly, unfair for any man to look as Hunter Gray did, to have such thick, curly black hair, such long, luxurious eyelashes, such beautiful green eyes and a mouth--Allura swallowed with difficulty--a mouth that made the most erotic thoughts flash through her head.
