She let out a deep sigh and the sound must have caught his attention. He lifted his eyes to hers, holding it for several
long moments, saying nothing but looking at her. She met his gaze without flinching while desire stirred in her
stomach, hot, thick, the likes of which she’d never
experienced before. Without a sound, without a touch, and over the distance of twenty feet, she actually felt the heat of his gaze as tiny shocks of warmth began inching all the way up her spine to flow through her body. She even felt heat
forming between her legs. Especially between her legs.
And the appetite forming in her stomach had nothing to do with regular food. She continued to look at him while trying to cling to her composure, her resolve and her sanity.
Her throat tightened when he began walking toward her and the heat surging through her got hotter. She had never
appreciated a Western shirt and tight jeans on a man until she had met him. She couldn’t imagine his tall, muscled
body wearing anything else…unless it was nothing at all.
Her breath caught. She wished she could strike that thought from her mind, call it back, and not think about it. But the
deed was done. That wicked thought went right along with the dreams she’d been having about him lately. The man
exuded raw sex appeal without trying and she was fully
aware of him, more so than she needed to be.
“You okay?”
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