Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free

a large, plush hotel where the Oil and Gas Conference was being held. She had arrived a day early to check out the venue, speak to the organizers, and ensure that the equipment she intended to use for her talk actually worked.
    She was checking in and collecting some information documents that had been left for her at the reception, when she heard a deep, smooth voice that caused a delightful shiver to caress its way down her spine. She paused and closed her eyes for a moment, listening to soft yet strong tones of a Texan drawl. God, that voice managed to make even a mundane inquiry sound sexy. Distracted, she opened her eyes and turned to sneak a peek at the owner of the seductive voice, but as she moved, her elbow knocked her documents, some of which were bound and some loose, to the floor. The papers scattered over a pair of black leather, expensive-looking shoes.
    “Oh no,” she shrieked in panic. “I’m so sorry, but don’t move.”
    She didn’t even have time to glance at the man before she dropped to her knees and frantically gathered the papers that were lying at and on his feet, desperately trying to keep them in order. When his feet were clear he shifted and squatted down next to her.
    “Here, let me help,” he said calmly, and picked up a few remaining stray papers.
    As he handed them to her she found herself looking into a pair of dark brown eyes with long black lashes. It seemed as if time slowed, the air thickened, and all noise and activity beyond the two of them grew muffled and distant. She was dimly aware of her heart thumping a strong beat in her chest, where very peculiar yet pleasant warmth began and permeated throughout her body. His gaze drew her deeper and, although she had never met this person before in her life, she experienced something akin to recognition.
    She couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her lips, and his eyes widened a fraction in surprise. They continued to stare, eyes locked in some subconscious, primal communication, leaning closer, parting lips and tasting breath.
    “Are you okay, Ms. O’Reilly?” The loud, almost shrill, voice of the receptionist broke the spell as she leaned over the counter looking down at them.
    Shannon jerked back. “I, er, yes, thank you.” Confused, she glanced up at the woman and then at the handsome stranger next to her. She gave herself a mental shakedown— get a bloody grip —and briskly said, “I’m sorry about that, thanks for your help.”
    She began to stand up, but it was a struggle with her hands full. Suddenly she felt a strong hand at her elbow as the stranger assisted her. That warm feeling began again, and although he immediately stepped back once she was upright, her heart continued to pound.
    “No problem, ma’am.” His voice sounded a little less smooth. “I’m Luke McKay.”
    “Shannon O’Reilly. Oh no,” she yelped as the papers began to slide.
    He came to the rescue, holding above and below the documents as she carried them to the nearest table and dumped them in a pile.
    “These,” she said, gesturing to the papers and rolling her eyes, “are why I love my laptop. Thanks again, Mr. McKay.” She smiled and stuck out her hand.
    “Please, call me Luke.”
    His handshake was firm but gentle, and his large, warm hand snugly enveloped hers, evoking comfort and calming her whirlwind character. Whether it was intentional or not, the pad of his thumb briefly caressed her hand before they broke contact. The sensation and effect of his touch lingered, diffusing slowly over her skin and deep to her core.
    She couldn’t help giving the guy an unobtrusive look over, hoping that her assessment and approval hadn’t been noticed. He was certainly very good-looking with a wide, generous smile that he wasn’t averse to using, and that more than anything was attractive to her. He had straight dark brown hair that was just long enough to reach the nape of his neck and it framed a strong, wide, expressive looking face.