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Оглавление“Hoping to catch more compliments?” Pete laughed softly.
Jane walked toward him just as calmly as she had walked away a couple hours ago. Both times, though, her heart beat erratically. This time, her pulse raced, too.
“Maybe. Have I brought the right bait?”
“Maybe. Let’s try it and see.” He ran his hand up her arm, then to her shoulder. With one finger, he stroked the skin left exposed at the neckline of her dress, setting off ripples of pleasure everywhere he touched. “Smooth,” he murmured.
He palmed the side of her neck, his long fingers tunneling into her hair. “Soft,” he said.
“Is this Twenty Compliments now, instead of Twenty Questions?”
“Maybe.”
He brushed his thumb across her lips. “Sweet,” he said as he smiled.
Sliding his hands down to the small of her back, he pulled her toward him. “Sexy,” he whispered.
“Is that another compliment for me,” she murmured, “or a commentary on your technique?”
He tilted her chin up. Smiling, he shrugged.
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
