"He looked just as gorgeous as she
remembered, the broad shoulders and chest pushing against the fabric of his
shirt, revealing the cut muscles underneath. Even though he was completely
clothed, she could always tell there wasn’t a soft spot in his body. If anybody
she knew had hit the genetic lottery, it was certainly Luke."
"If anything, the year apart had only served
to fuel the buzz hissing between them. And boy, was it hissing. Hot and ready
to boil."
"Maybe all he needed was a chat with Cailin
to set things straight.
And while his body was pulsing for a lot
more than talking, he promised himself he’d be on his best behavior.
Maybe."
“I’m going to hell for this,” he whispered
to himself;
He suddenly couldn’t resist the need to
touch her. And he was tired of resisting anyway.
“What are you doing?” she said, and her
voice came out raspy and low.
“Building my own road to hell, I guess.”
"I’ve been thinking since last Christmas
about all the ways and places I could have you.” He bent down so his lips were
against hers again. “All the ways I could make you scream and beg for more.”
"This was all a very bad idea.
Which was exactly why he was going to
pursue it. The challenge was just too tempting not to grab it."
“Maybe we should go back inside.”
“Inside... Now that’s a word I like...”
"And now he wanted more. More of her body,
but more of her too. Her mind, her soul."
“God, you look beautiful.”
She was suddenly aware of how naked she
was, in every sense. “I’m not even wearing makeup,” she almost apologized.
The look in his eyes showed everything but
displeasure. “You’re not very good at taking compliments, are you?”
“You have the capacity to leave me speechless.”
She could hear the smile forming on his
lips. “Impressive.”
"Maybe one day they would be able to look
back on it all and laugh about it.
At the moment, hope was wonderful enough."
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