She swallowed, holding back a small gasp. Sawyer’s body, hard and unyielding, brushed against hers, igniting a simmering heat in her. Tamara was mesmerized by their image in the mirror. Sawyer toyed with the delicate shell of her ear, and then his mouth closed over her earlobe again and gave a gentle tug. All the while, his breath sent small shivers coursing through her. Tamara closed her eyes. It was her only defense. The image in the mirror was just too erotic. Sawyer’s hands gently kneaded her shoulders. “Relax,” he said in a low voice. Tamara struggled against the undertow of his seduction. She already knew the power of his kiss, and a part of her couldn’t believe she’d allowed him to get this close—again. What had she been thinking? She’d reached with greedy hands when he’d offered the enticement of a hefty sale. His down payment alone would be enough to cover her monthly rent. But then what? This was the road to ruin. “Sawyer…” But before she could say more, he turned her to face him, and his mouth came down on hers.
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