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Not yet.
Right here, right now, she was still officially dead.
And God, it was nice.
Nicer than she’d anticipated.
Much, much nicer.
Especially when she turned from the window to damn near run into the granite slab of Franzen’s chest. He’d stepped even closer now, bringing his size and heat right along too. She could smell him now, like exotic spices, adding even more incredible heat to the sensual slam of his presence. She reached for him, using the inner crooks of his elbows to steady herself, even as she doubted the wisdom of it.
Ohhhh, God.
This was…
Good.
This was…
Hot.
This beat the hell out of being dead.
So much so, she sagged, giving him all her weight…maybe even the first edges of her self-control. She was again conscious of him…all of him, even the swollen and pulsing parts…a recognition re-sparking the air between them. Well, what was left of the air between them. Not that she minded that either. As he countered her hold by bracing her waist with both huge hands, she dug her nails into the sinew of his biceps, and let the spice of his scent invade her senses. She dragged her gaze up, only to get lost in the hot, hooded concentration of his.
The centers of their bodies throbbed as one. New arousal flared, promising bigger flames. Their attraction sparked like the beginning of a bonfire. It was beautiful. So damn beautiful.
But so damn dangerous.
Because right now, in the anonymity of this moment, the fire looked so pretty.
But when the night was gone and the world became real again, there’d be scorched fields.
“Okay. Got it. No windows. I’m terribly sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again.”
Yet the thing was…
She’d been burned before.
Making it all too easy to curl more smoke than regret through her syllables.
All too simple to let him grip her tighter…to press himself closer.
All too addicting to let the flames in his gaze sear straight through her.
“You’re…sorry?”
All too wonderful to smile at the heated growl of his retort.
“Doesn’t it sound like I am?”
Holy hell, his skin was warm. And taut. Her fingertips traced the veins standing out as he coiled his arms.
“You really want me to answer that?”
As his voice dipped lower, so did his gaze. He raked it over her whole face, finally fixating on the center of her lips…igniting even more heat in the most illicit parts of her. Tracy raised her hands, splaying fingers against the massive mounds of his coiled arms, reveling in every damn second of his smoldering attention.
“Probably not,” she finally murmured.
