SAY WHEN EXCERPT I don’t know what force of nature compels me to break my “no eye contact” rule. Maybe it is his heady musk, or the warmth radiating off his frame, but when I look into his eyes, I swear I nearly wet my pants. The guy is gorgeous. Warm chocolate eyes, thick lashes, flawless tanned skin, marred only by the slightest bit of stubble on his square jaw. Black hair cut short frames his angular face. And that mouth, so full and sensual, my traitorous lips part as if being compelled to kiss him. When he looks down at me and smiles, I know I’m done for. My knees weaken and I feel the heat rush through my body and spread like wildfire. Damn me for acting the love-struck fool and smiling back. Then his sensual lips part and I think, Oh, gawd, this is it. You’re… Read more »
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