He nodded and grinned at her, enjoying this much more than he should have. “See?” he said, rocking back on his heels. “Not too difficult. Now get your things,” he repeated. “We need to leave.”
Her eyes narrowed fractionally. “Right.”
Imagining he could see the steam billowing from the top of her head, she turned abruptly on her heel and left the room.
He released a pent-up breath, one he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. Four days, he thought as a blaze of heat kindled in his loins, the memory of her mouth making his own water.
God help him.
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Copyright © 2013 by Kira Bazzel
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