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She walked toward him, her pulse pounding in her ears, emotions whirling. “What are you carving now?”
“You again.”
She touched the block of wood. “Your art is amazing, Bram.”
He hunched his big shoulders. “It’s just a hobby,” he repeated. His tone dared her to argue.
“Will you show me?”
He gave her a reluctant nod. She realized he rarely said no to her.
He pulled her close and she sat on his lap. He stiffened, but then he picked up a tool. “I start by chiseling out a rough shape.”
“Do you sketch it out first?”
“No. The images are in my head, and some details come to me as I carve.”
She put her hand on the tool, his big hand closing over hers.
“The wood talks to you,” she said.
He snorted. “Hardly.”
Addie smiled. No, he was too down-to-earth. He wouldn’t describe it that way.
Together they moved the tool, wood shavings peeling off.
She couldn’t imagine being able to turn this lump of wood into anything as detailed as the art on the shelves. He moved her hand, his body surrounding hers. She shivered. This was intimate, sensual.
Swallowing, she felt her skin flush. She squirmed a little.
One of his hands clamped on her hip. “Addie.” It was a low growl.
She felt the hard bulge beneath her, and her pulse spiked.
He was hard. He wanted her.
And she wanted him. So badly.
She shifted again, on purpose, rubbing her butt against his hard erection.
“Addie,” he said in a warning tone.
“I need you, Bram. I’m hot, needy, and—” she turned her head “—so wet.”
She saw the raw need on his rugged features. His hand slid from her hip to her thigh. He rubbed her skin.
“I promised myself that I wouldn’t take advantage of you.” His voice was gritty.
She gave a hiccupping laugh. “Even if I want you to? Even if I need you to?”
He groaned as his hand slid between her thighs. “You need me to touch you here?”
“Yes.” She leaned back against him. His mouth moved to her neck, and his fingers pushed her panties aside.
He ran his knuckles against her. Addie cried out. When his fingers touched her clit, she moaned his name. “I’ve imagined you doing this so many times.”
He pressed harder and she writhed.
