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Lindsey swallowed, her heart banging out of rhythm. He was bending towards her, his blue eyes capturing hers with a magnetic pull. ‘Dan...?’

‘Don’t talk.’

In an almost imperceptible movement he slid his hands beneath her elbows and they rose as one. Instantly Lindsey felt her nerve-ends tingling, her breathing grow uncomfortably tight. She lifted her head, searing his gaze with hers.

‘I need to do this again...’

Dan reached up, sliding the tips of his fingers over her face, feeling the gentle throb of heat under her skin, the feminine, fragile line of her jaw. Even as his thumb lifted her chin his fingers were seeking her nape, drawing her to him.

He lowered his head slowly, giving her the chance to end it if that was what she wanted. But she didn’t, and her mouth gave a tiny sigh of welcome as his lips brushed hers, settling over their softness.

Lindsey was drowning in feelings she hadn’t experienced for the longest time. Dan’s mouth on hers felt right, their kiss pure and perfect.

And she didn’t let herself think for one second whether any of what they were sharing had a future. She was just amazed that they should be kissing at all, and that she’d so longed for it without even knowing why...