Читать книгу Rancher's Hostage Rescue - Beth Cornelison - Страница 8
Оглавление“Are you okay?”
“The change in position made my head throb and the room spin, but I’ll live.”
As he positioned himself, Dave’s body heat and his soap and leather scent enveloped her, and the occasional brush of his thigh against hers or his chest at her back sent a tingling sensation to her belly. With her wrists taped together, her range of motion was seriously restricted as she felt blindly for his pocket. Her fingers found the soft cotton of his T-shirt over the taut plain of his belly, and he hissed.
Lilly jerked her hand back. “What? Did I hurt you?”
“No. I’m...ticklish.” Was that embarrassment she detected in his tone?
He grunted. “Ignore me. Just...try again. Lower.” His body skimmed along hers as he moved to better align her hands with their target.
An awkward awareness shot through her, along with a ripple of something she refused to call pleasure. She was not, not, not attracted to her late sister’s boyfriend...
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