She was aware of nothing except Vidal’s hard, virile body against hers. The feel of him, the shape of him, the way his thighs touched hers sending tremors all the way down to her toes. The way his hips ground into her, the beat of his heart against her breasts. It was a solid thud compared to her own frantic rush of emotion. Then there was the scent of him, the faint lingering odour of the cologne he’d splashed on earlier in the day, the clean smell of his breath, the drugging male scent of his arousal. She pulled herself up short at that thought. Vidal was all male, that was for sure. And he had an indefinable something that made her aware of his hunger for her. Elena’s fingers sought and found the solid strength in his shoulders as his head bowed down to hers. He had already flung off his jacket and the fine cotton of his shirt hid none of the power packed into those muscles. She felt them flex as his arms tightened around her, as he imprisoned her in a circle from which there was no escape.
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