Gena Showalter - The Stone Prince

KATIE JAMES COASTED HER fingertips across the muscled chest before her. Warmth tingled through her arm, a drugging warmth more intoxicating than expensive champagne and moonlight kisses. Her lips parted on a wispy catch of breath as images of silk sheets, entwined bodies and slow, delicious caresses filled her mind.

How could this man affect her so powerfully, almost magically? How could he affect her at all when hed never spoken a word to her? His face was beauty personified, yes, but that wasnt enough to entrance her like this, to leave her weak and shaky every time she glanced at him.

There had to be something more to him, something elemental. Something beyond physical beauty that lured her every feminine desire. At the moment, though, she could not think past his physique, and slowly, so slowly her gaze moved over him. He was granite-hard, his abdomen ridged with sinew, his shoulders wide and firm. All of this gave his tall, sculpted frame a dangerous auradangerous and utterly sensual. He belonged in the woods with raw, naked branches surrounding him. Yet he stood outside among a brilliant crimson and yellow drapery of azaleas, somehow the absolute essence of masculinity.

Mmm, she sighed, her eyelids fluttering closed. Her hand dropped to her side. If only you were real.

But he wasnt. He was formed entirely of smooth, gray stonea beautiful statue, nothing more. This was one of the ironies of fate, she supposed, that the first man to ever truly captivate her belonged in a museum and not in her bed.

Why was she surprised by her infatuation with a beautiful, silent, unreal man, anyway? Having grown up with five older brothers, she knew just how annoying real men could be. They burped and scratched in public, cracked derogatory jokes, and somehow managed to charm the pants off women before losing interest and moving on to other conquests.

Her stone warrior could not offend her. He couldnt choose someone else if he thought her unattractive or too tall, because he was permanently mounted to the colored marble base that stood in her garden gallery. A marble base she now stood upon.

Another sigh slipped past Katies lips, and she fought a deep, primitive urge to touch him again, to hold him, to discover some sort of comfort or acceptance shed never gained with the procession of men she dated.

This is wrong. I should walk away.

But she didnt.

The cool Dallas breeze ruffled the tight constraints of her ponytail but did little to cool her ardor, and with each passing second the stone warriors stare unraveled the very fabric of her reservations. Finally, Katie gave in to her craving. She dragged her fingers across his jawbone, loving the slightly bearded texture that reminded her of a man just before his morning shave. She traced the curved outline of his ears and imagined what he would feel like had he been the flesh and blood man she so desired.

Fiery heat rippled across her nerve endings.

Of their own accord, her fingertips wandered lower, caressing his neck. His shoulders. His chest. She even circled his small, puckered nipples. A soft moan of pleasure wafted to her ears, the timbre low, raspy and masculine.

Katie jerked back in surprise. After a moment she relaxed, even experienced a twinge of disappointment when she realized her imagination was simply running wild. Again. Hadnt she sometimes felt his breath upon her face when she drew close? Hearing him moan was no more fantastical than that.

Gravel crunched as a car meandered along her driveway.

Katie jerked around and watched wide-eyed as a black sedan halted just in front of her dilapidated, Victorian-style mansion. Tendrils of mortification raced up her spine, heating her cheeks. Shed been so lost in her scrutiny of the stone warrior, shed forgotten about prying eyes and midday sunlight.

Just what had this intruder seen?

She scrambled from the dais. The moment her feet hit the soft grass, she counted to ten, using the time to calm her racing heart. She should have resisted the statues allure; instead shed acted like a teenage girl kissing her favorite rock stars poster. Well, no more, she thought, determination stiffening her spine. There will be no more touching the statue. In fact, there will be no more looking at him, and absolutely, positively no more thinking about him.

She watched a handsome, familiar male emerge from the sedan. Never one to back down from conflict, she maneuvered around the bushes and flower beds of her pleasure gardenso dubbed by the previous owner because the entire enclosure was littered with naked sculptures similar to the warrior she wasnt going to think about ever againand marched to the driveway.

Damn it, Gray. What are you doing here?

Her visitor grinned, not the least put out by her brusque tone. Above them, the sun breathed peacefully, its powerful rays illuminating his tall frame and wide shoulders with an orange gold halo. You owe me a quarter for cussing, little sister.

Frowning, Katie dug into her pocket, snatched out a quarter and tossed it to him. I only cursed because you surprised the shi Thankfully, she stopped herself in time. You startled me, okay. For Gods sake, call before coming over.

I called. You didnt answer. You were supposed to be home.

So you started to worry, she said. For some reason, all of her brothers still thought of her as a delicate flower in need of twenty-four-hour, seven-days-a-week protection. So what that she was now six feet tall and in top physical condition. So what that shed attended numerous self-defense classes.

Gray shrugged, sheepish. Yeah. I started to worry.

Did you consider I might have just stepped out? She flashed him an exasperated but loving grin. Dont answer that. Just tell me what you need.

I wanted to see your newest acquisition. From out here it looks like a dump, by the way, he added good-naturedly, motioning to the house with his chin. Why arent you painting or laying tile or doing something to fix the place up? Thats your job, isnt it?

At that moment, Katies tense muscles relaxed. Gray hadnt seen her with the stone warrior. Otherwise he would have been cracking jokes at her expense instead of inquiring about her activities. I worked on the upstairs bathroom all morning and needed some fresh air.

He gave the mansion another once-over. Fresh air? I dont think so. My guess? You feared the walls were about to cave in and got out while you could.

Ha, ha.

Honey, I sure hope you knew what you were doing when you signed the deed.

Ive been buying, fixing and selling houses for four years. Give me some credit. She might have chosen an unusual career for a woman, but she loved what she did. Even better, she had an instinct for real estate, knew when and what to buy, knew when to sell, and she almost always made a profit.

A dedicated skeptic, Gray remained unconvinced. Please tell me you negotiated a good deal. I seriously doubt anyone will ever snap this baby up.

Im willing to bet I sell this house for more money than you make in an entire year.

Ill take that bet. Grinning, he stroked his fingers over his jawline. To even the odds, you only have to make five thousand dollars over the purchase price and restoration costs.

Katie didnt hesitate. Deal.

If you win, Ill wear a dress to the next family luncheon. If I win, you have to have dinner with Steven Harris. Hes a new detective in my unit, Gray rushed on before she could protest. Everyone likes him.

She groaned. Her brother meant well, he truly did, but she wasnt going out with any more of his friends. The last cop he set her up with had spent the entire night discussingin minute detailthe way a bullet had once pierced his chest cavity. All of the fascinating details were delivered while she tried to suck down chopped tomato spaghetti.