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For some inexplicable reason, his shaft stiffened in his trousers. The scent of sun-warmed nectar and sweet spice pulsed through the air now, overwhelming his mind and weakening his knees.
She lifted the corner of her mouth. “Shouldn’t be a problem for you. You’re the male who can find anything, aren’t you?” Though his growl didn’t ebb, a dark smile spread over his face. Yes. I am.
“Meg. Will you face me?” Her jaw tightened. Was he asking? Calmly? “Please.” She could almost feel the effort it had taken him to push that one word out.
“What are you going to do? Throat-punch every guy who’s a dick to me?” “I’m not unreasonable, female.” His eyes narrowed at her and a stubborn frown darkened his features. “Please, let me know where you’d like me to punch him instead, and I’ll be sure to aim there next time.”
“Stop flailing, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.” “You wouldn’t.” He shot her a dark grin. “Wouldn’t plant your pert ass right next to my face? It’s all I want to do. Just give me a reason.”
He was handsome and broody and handsome and willing to admit when he was wrong…and handsome.
He lifted his hand, and she could just make out a half moon of pale scars. She winced. “Oh no. They weren’t able to fix the scars?” Wait, that didn’t make any sense. The doctors and technology here could fix almost anything. His gaze turned heated as he studied the teeth marks on his hand. “I asked them not to. I enjoy seeing them.”
“They’re…” His voice died out, and he let out a long breath before continuing. “They make you feel less out of reach. By being surrounded by your things, I can imagine I’m surrounded by you.”
