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“You’re looking at me like you want to touch me...”

Hell, Stella wanted to do a lot more than touch. In her mind, the image flashed of her fingers on the button of Owen’s jeans and working down the fly. A memory? No, more like wishful thinking. Because that was what she would have done last night. And after she’d slid the zipper down she would have shoved the soft material down his hips just far enough to free him. She’d lick his collarbone. Nip his skin with her teeth. Trail her tongue down his body until she reached his—

“Don’t do that,” he gritted out. “I’m doing everything I can to not lift you onto my shoulder, carry you into that bedroom and make up for what I don’t remember.”

“Owen, I—”

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t say my name. You say it like a moan. Don’t look at me like you want my hands all over your body.” He gripped her shoulders and his gaze locked with hers. Hunger blazed in those hazel depths. Hunger for her.

“I want you. But not like this...”