Beware of the Stranger
"I love you the way you are," Samantha whispered.
"And I love you." He pulled her close to his mouth. "I don't give a damn who your father is."
He kissed her long and hard, crushing her in his arms until the power of his love left her boneless. The firm caress of his hands drew her onto his lap as he searched out the sensitive areas of her throat and neck that he had discovered before.
Long, tempestuous minutes passed before Samantha remembered they were in the back of a taxi riding down a busy New York street. The driver's mirror gave him a front-row seat. She resisted the exploring caress of Cade's hands.
He read her mind and laughed softly against her trembling lips. "Darling, there isn't anything that a New York City taxi driver hasn't seen taking place in his cab." But he did bridle some of his desire, although he still held her on his lap. "A few more hours and we'll be in Vegas. I've waited this long. I can wait until then."