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Still, he couldn’t stop his sight from drifting over her shapely thighs, her flesh reflecting an orange glow from the flames behind her. How could just a pair of bare legs be so damn enticing that he wanted to draw his tongue from the arch of her foot all the way up until he found her centre? He lost the third round and was forced to remove his shirt.
A Soul to Touch (Duskwalker Brides, #3)
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