Her senses were attuned, alert, her chakra centers wide open. She wanted to feel everything, sense any danger, any clue. Like a doe during hunting season, she moved with every sense at high focus, eyes wide and constantly darting, almost scenting the air with every breath.But that made for a bad situation when she was walking with this particular man. Because having her senses so open, so receptive, made everything about him even more apparent to her, and more irresistibly arousing. How tall he was; she loved his height, even though it made kissing him awkward as hell. She had to stand on tiptoe, and balancing became precarious—particularly when having his mouth on hers made her head spin. She loved kissing him. Her head only came up to his shoulders. Damn, he was tall. To her. Maybe six one, six two.She loved six one, six two, she decided. When he held her she felt small. Protected. And yeah, that wasn’t a very ERA type of thing to find attractive. But she did. She liked that he made her feel small and delicate, while he seemed big and strong as he held her.
