He stared down at the glossy package, the silhouetted couple embracing. This box belonged to another life, another man. A dead man. Kyle pushed the morbid thoughts to the back of his brain. After all, he had more pressing matters at hand. A woman waiting for him who he wanted like no one he could remember. Her soft sighs, her hesitant touch, lit a hunger inside him he hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe never. He couldn’t remember being so acutely aware of a woman before. Her every trembling breath, the powdery scent clinging to her soft skin, her slight frame beneath the loose fabric of her clothes. His blood heated and he slammed the car door closed. Eleri stared down at his unmade bed, arms wrapped around her middle. Disappointment squeezed tight inside him and his balls ached. “We don’t have to do this, you know.” She swung around to face him, hurt clouding her dark eyes. “You’ve changed your mind?” Hell, no. There was nothing he wanted more than to peel her out of that baggy sweater, those loose pants and get a look at the slender body hidden beneath, but he could hardly make a move with her looking like the last virgin in a brothel.
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