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My thoughts were interrupted when the door swung open and Skylar appeared, looking like a vision. Her red hair glowed like a halo from the light in the entry behind her. I couldn’t help letting my gaze travel over her, drinking her in. She was dressed casually, in blue jeans and a white shirt that slipped off her shoulder.
That shoulder was going to kill me all night long, tempting me to run my tongue over it, tasting her. Again, I wished she’d be receptive to me taking her back to my place. I saw the flush of her skin—recognized the attraction that flooded her. She wasn’t immune to me; and that, at least, was promising. I’d have to force myself to behave for the time being, but there was no doubt in my mind the payoff would be worth it.
Skylar cleared her throat, blushing furiously and I realized, in that moment, that I’d been gawking at her.
“Forgive me,” I said, smiling. “You just look so . . . well, I don’t think there’s a proper word for how appealing you are.”
Soft laughter escaped her and she continued to blush, stepping out the door and closing it behind her. “Thank you. You look great, too.”
Offering her my arm, I briefly closed my eyes as the contact with her skin caused her essence to slip inside to mingle with mine. Immediately the receptors in my body lit up like they were on fire. I didn’t know what it was about Skylar, but I couldn’t seem to control my reaction to her. Gently guiding her down the sidewalk, I tried to drag my thoughts away from my raging hormones and the bewilderment of what her light touch was doing to me.


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