We can stop here.” Deanne Roe squeezed the Australian’s fingers, halting his phenomenal speed. He stood motionless, casting the empty, treed park they now stood in the middle of a slow inspection. His light gray eyes turned to her, his expression guarded. “Are you sure?” She nodded, ignoring the way her pussy contracted when he looked at her. Trying to, at least. It was difficult. For one thing, the memory of the kiss he’d given her back in the alley wouldn’t go away. It was the most intense, surreal, indescribable kiss of her life. In fact, it was the most intense, surreal, indescribable anything of her life, and that was saying something. From the second she’d seen him in the bar, her body seemed to smolder with a burning heat. That heat grew hotter as she approached him, had turned almost unbearable when she sat on the stool beside him, had stolen her breath when he’d looked at her. But when she’d touched him…holy fuck, it was like she was on fire. Fire. As if she was engulfed in pleasurable flames that licked over her limbs, between her thighs, over her nipples… It had unsettled her in the bar, but she couldn’t stop wanting to touch him.
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