And while that would definitely be fun, the repercussions of such foolishness—even allowing the thought into his brain for three or four red-hot seconds—seemed truly dangerous. Besides, he could tell she was not that kind of girl. But he could also tell it probably wouldn’t take much of a shove to move her in that direction. She was impossibly uptight, and when a string was pulled that taut, it was the easiest thing in the world to break. Plus, he had sensed something in that kiss that had made him pull back sharply from it. Hunger. Raw and powerful. Had it been all his? Or had there been plenty of hers, too? So, no, tempting as it might have been to follow the road that had opened up when she had kissed him, he had something else in mind for fun. He wasn’t taking the low road. For goodness’ sake, she had decorated a Christmas tree for him. Having any kind of naughty fun with her would be like fooling around with one of Santa’s elves.
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