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Her fingers clutched his shirt and the connection zinged his every nerve ending, sending scintillating tingles all over his skin.

It was as if together they created a sort of sensual electricity. And Lars couldn’t get enough of her mouth, her tongue, her sighs.

Pressing a hand against her back, he coaxed her forward and bowed to continue the kiss. Her moan said everything he was feeling: yes, yes, all the yeses in the world. This tiny witch felt so right in his arms. He had to thank the gods for putting him in her backyard, even if it had been a strange night that had scared the hell out of him.