Natalie wants, is a peaceful Christmas vacation in New York City, with her 21
year old daughter, Olivia. Uncomplicated. No pressure. Fun.
What she didn’t expect, was meeting a dangerously handsome stranger in an
art gallery. He is charming, sexy as hell, and does funny things to her insides.
Her frozen heart slowly melts as he seduces her, awakening her deepest
desires, showing her that the kind of love she craves is very possible. She wants
him as much as he wants her.
Battling his demons from the past, famous photographer Nicholas Gallagher
has successfully evaded serious relationships, earning him the title of the
world’s most eligible bachelor. But from the moment he lays eyes on Natalie,
she stirs something in him. Compelled to chase the sadness from her vivid blue
eyes, Nick is captivated by the spirited Australian beauty.
Hot romance.
Steamy sex.
Absolute perfection.
Until Natalie gets a call from home – one she can’t ignore. In a fateful moment
the game changes and throws her life into chaos. Gabriel, her jealous ex, wants
her back. Two powerful men want her. She is forced to make a choice that will
tear her apart.
Will Natalie make the right choice? Will she finally find her soul mate, the one
person who can look into her eyes and see deep into her soul, everything she is
and everything she desires… will she finally open her eyes?
…from Chapter 7
Nick must have sensed that I was awake. He slowly opened his eyes, confused for a few seconds
before remembering where he was. He caught me in the act of staring at him, drawing in a short
sharp breath when he looked down at me, straight into my eyes. A wicked grin spread over his face
as he turned onto his side and hauled me even closer, encaging me with both his arms.
“What a lovely way to wake up,” he whispered as he planted a kiss in my hair. His big hand
rubbed up my back leisurely, as if he was savoring the moment, his palm applying just the right
amount of pressure to my spine to make me want to purr. In spite of trying to suppress it, a small
moan escaped my lips as he reached my neck and gently traced up it with his fingers, till his hand
disappeared into my hair. Very gently, he massaged the base of my scalp till I dug my forehead into
his chest, the simple touch sending ripples of pleasure through my already aroused body.
Good God! I barely knew the man, but his touch alone could ignite a fire in my belly of a magnitude
I had never experienced before. If he could get this kind of toe-curling reaction from me by merely
massaging my neck, what would making love with him do to me?
He gently tugged a fist full of my hair, raising my face up to his. I had closed my eyes, not wanting
him to see the desire burning deep within me. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried desperately
to keep my breathing even.
“Open your eyes. Look at me,” he whispered. I obeyed, even though it would expose my deepest
feelings, slowly meeting his intense gaze. I gasped at the yearning in his eyes. My eyes melted into
his as he searched my soul, seeing deeper than anyone ever had.
“Natalie,” he groaned softly as his head dipped and his lips covered mine. The kiss was gentle at first,
a meeting of mouths and tasting one another. “So sweet,” he murmured against my mouth, then let
his tongue slide along my lips, till I parted my mouth to let him slip in. He tasted of cheesecake and
sleep…and passion and fire. His silky tongue glided along mine, a mingling of breaths and raw desire.
His hand moved down my back to cup my bottom and pull me against his body, closing the gap
between us. So far I had carefully avoided touching in intimate places, much like a virgin in denial of
the awakening of her body.
His arousal pushed into my belly, and I let out a gasp that he swallowed quickly with his mouth. My
pulse quickened at the feel of his hard length throbbing against me, only the fabric of our clothing
between us. The warm liquid pooling between my legs begged for more of him, but I lay there,
unable to move, stunned that this man so obviously wanted me. I was getting more and more out of
my depth with every passing moment. I wanted him, yet I wasn’t sure how to respond.
I’d never been a one-night stand type of girl. And I definitely didn’t do sex on a first date. Hell, this
wasn’t even supposed to be a date. And he was virtually a stranger. Yet the want – the longing – in
my belly overwhelmed my senses. I wanted to rub up against his erection; I wanted to kiss him till I
was breathless. But I just lay there, dumbstruck.
“Natalie?”
I screwed my eyes shut.
“I want you, Natalie. God, how I want you…” He thrust his pelvis against my stomach, grinding his
steel hard length into me to affirm his words. “But I would never take you now. Not like this.”
His words had a strange effect on me – calming and evoking feelings of deep trust.
“I sense your fear, my little one, why are you so afraid?” His husky voice soothed me over. How
could I tell him? Words weren’t enough.
“Open your eyes so I can see what you’re feeling. It's OK, I won’t hurt you.” Concern laced his voice.
His hand cupped my chin, his thumb gently caressing my lips. I could drown in his touch alone.
My lids were heavy. Heavy with desire and pain and fear.
“Open, Natalie,” he coaxed so gently I couldn’t refuse.
I forced my eyes to open, my lids lifting slowly, trying to force my gaze to be neutral. But the
moment I looked into his – soft and gentle – all the emotions came rushing back. This man could
look deep into my soul without me uttering a word.
A sigh of relief escaped his lips. “You want me too…” he breathed as a wicked, wicked grin spread
over his lips.
He must have read the confusion in my eyes. “For a moment there I thought you didn’t want me,
little one. But your eyes tell me everything I need to know.”
The pressure from his thumb increased on my lips, and as a small gasp escaped, he pushed his
thumb into my mouth. I sucked his thumb hungrily, my groin throbbing with want.
“Ahh, God,” he groaned. “What you do to me…” He took my hand in his and slipped it between us,
resting my palm on his erection, which had grown even harder and longer as I touched it. “I want
you.” I stroked his length lovingly, my thumb rubbing over the tip roughly, sucking his thumb harder
and harder.
He pulled his thumb from my mouth and instantly replaced it with a warm wet kiss, his tongue wild,
stroking, teasing, hot and wet.
His hands slipped under my top, finding my breasts like missiles, pushing my bra cups up. “You
feel so good,” he moaned softly, “a perfect handful,” as his thumbs rolled and pinched my aching
nipples. His words turned me on even more, the heat between my legs rising, my panties wet with
want.
I slung my leg over his, pressing my body as close to his as I could get it, rubbing my mound against
his throbbing erection, desperate for the friction, pushing him closer with my leg on his ass. It was
driving me wild, in spite of the barrier of clothing between us.
Holy Crap!! ~ 5 Stars ~ K. Greer
“What a book! Let me just say the epilogue blew me away!!!!! Blows my mind!
Sit Down, Strap In And Hold On Tight - Truly An Emotional Ride! ~ 5 Stars ~Lacstines
Amazing, hard to put down story. This was an excellent read which had you on an emotional
rollercoaster. The epilogue truly did me in. A love story if I ever read one.
Heartbreaking Love Story. ~ 5 Stars ~ M. Gerena
“Open your Eyes was an amazing good read from the beginning to the end! I was so emotionally
and mentally invested in the storyline that I experienced sleep deprivation.”
Jani Kay – ‘Open Your Eyes’
Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are
the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always
fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through
someone else's eyes.
Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways
people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the
same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects
are her family and her travels.
Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves.
Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what
everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).
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