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Spencer stepped forward, erasing the small space between them.

His thumbs ran along Tatum’s jawline, tracing the soft skin of her neck and the shell of her ear. She closed her eyes and her lips parted, her breath escaping on unsteady gasps. He watched her response, her arousal driving him crazy. “How long?” he asked, his tone soft.

Her green eyes fluttered open. “How long?” she repeated, breathless.

“Since you’ve been...kissed.” He bit out the last word. “How long has it been since a man’s loved your body?”

“My body is none of your business.” But the tremor in her voice told him he wasn’t imagining this. Her hands gripped the counter edge as if she was holding herself back. She wanted him, even if she didn’t want to accept it.

“And it’s a damn shame,” he murmured, longing to pry her hands from the counter, to feel her fingers slide through his hair. Before he was through, she’d be holding on to him...