His body was long, lean, and solid, and with no give in the rock face at her back, her breasts compressed against the wall of his chest, her thighs rubbed against his. The effect was electric. When her feet were finally on the ground, instead of releasing her, his hands tightened their grip on her upper arms, holding her fast. Every part of her that touched him grew warm. Warmer. Feeling weightless, a stranger in her own body, she couldn't find her breath—and didn't want to. Oh, no... Tightening his grip on her, Linc's eyes darkened, then flared in a kaleidoscope of mixed signals. Anger. Suspicion. Indecision. And finally the hot gleam of passion. He bent his head, his wary, burning blue eyes staying fixed on hers. His mouth was close, tempting... She skittered sideways and took in a long, cool breath. To cover her confusion and probably neon red face, she brushed vigorously at the backs of her thighs and kept her eyes averted. Her breathing still uneven, she looked back at him. "That was a close call—" Damn!
What do You think about Dreams Don't Wait (Contemporary Romance)?
