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The sun had started to come up, and a warm light was radiating through the barn
Оглавление“Funny,” Clint said softly. “I could have sworn you wanted me to kiss you earlier.”
Samantha lifted her chin.
Back off, he told himself. But he couldn’t stop. She was like a newborn foal—skittish and standoffish, but something he was tempted to tame.
“You wanted to kiss me,” she corrected.
“You know,” he said, giving in to the urge to touch her, his fingers making contact with the side of her neck, “I think you’re right.”
He just meant to give her a little peck on the lips. But the moment he tasted her, the moment his lips made contact with her own, he was lost.
