He trailed his hand down my arm, and his heat licked my skin. I froze. My breath hitched. The gates between our minds were wide open, and his yearning pulsed through me until I couldn’t tell if the emotion was his or mine. “I love when you blush,” he said, brushing his fingertips up my neck. “It drives me near madness.” I arched to give him better access. “I love when your skin touches mine,” he continued, his thumb stroking the skin above my collarbone. “It is a sensual gift.” He stepped closer, his body fitting to mine. “I love when your desire pulls me to you,” he said, brushing his lips to
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