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With his other hand, he fists the back of his t-shirt and jerks it off over his head.
Oh. My.
A reckless smile bursts from me. Wherever they made the man, they did it right. Broad, ripped, and powerful. Sun kissed and smooth–he’s a sight to behold.
And the abs… let’s just say his six pack didn’t come from the beer aisle.
Mamma Mia.
I want to trace every contour, feel every thick rope of muscle.
With my fingers.
With my tongue.
With my clit as he slides his body up mine.
As Scotch steps closer, a wave of heat comes off his big body and wraps me up.
His chest rumbles in warning. “You should be afraid.”
My eyes drift closed as I savor the amazing feel of his hand moving with slow reverence against my heated skin. “Because?”
“Because I’ve never wanted a woman like I want you.”
My eyes blink open. What I see stops my heart. He’s freaking serious. Inside my chest, there’s an instant arrhythmia.
“Liar,” I say in jest because I don’t want to hear that.
I don’t want to be that to him. This is nothing more than two people satisfying a carnal urge.
His left hand slides around behind me, where he presses it’s giant width across my low back. “I might be a lot of things. But if there’s one thing I’m not, it’s a liar.”
I reach for him again and twist my fingers into the waist of his pants. “What are you, then?”
“Obsessed with you.”
A deep want, greedy and hot, begins to unfurl in my belly. “That turns me on.”
“It shouldn’t. It should frighten the hell out of you. But again, you aren’t the woman who blanches in the face of danger.”
“No. I’m not.”
I pull him toward me. As his mouth lowers to mine, I’m filled with his earthy, masculine scent. It drives fire into my blood.
But he stops, just an inch from me. His dark eyes look right into mine and make me weak from head to toe. “Are you sure you’re sober enough to consent to this?”
I blink. “God. If that didn’t sound like a doctor.”
“The medicine lowers your inhibitions.”
I wrap my hand around his neck and pull him down to nibble on that delicious bottom lip of his. “I’m high. I’m not out of my head. It’s a little like taking molly.”
His stormy brown eyes grow darker. “What do you know about taking molly?”
“Enough. I’ve seen and done a lot of things.”
“I’m not sure I like hearing that.”