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His warm breath blew against my chilled flesh. I went on alert, stiffening.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Trying to get you to relax.”

A feather-soft kiss seared my skin.

“Stop it, Damon.”

His hands were on my nape again, kneading, soothing.

“You’re wound as tight as a spring.”

I hated to admit it, but Damon’s massaging hands on my back felt wonderful. My entire body was beginning to tingle and buzz.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”