Danielle

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Noah stepped over to the sidewalk and plucked me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. I’d seen him throw full grown men around like drunken dolls, so maybe to him I did weigh nothing. He gripped my waist, and my hands landed on his shoulders as he set me gently on the ground. Neither of us moved for a long beat, and I thought the heat of his skin might sear me. My pulse roared in my ears, deafening with the need to explore. I wanted to drag my fingers down his chest to the ridges of his abs. Instead, I let him go and stepped back.
Hard Hitter (Wild Card, #3)
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