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“Look at me,” he said. “You’re going to be okay. I’m here,” Sam said.

He reached out, catching her hands gently in his. His skin was cool and wonderful, the gesture infinitely comforting.

Chloe met his eyes. A subtle shift came over his features, a tightening of the lips, his pupils eating up the steel-gray irises. There was concern there, but something else now, too. Desire. Possession. He lifted her hand to his lips, brushing the lightest of kisses across the back of her fingers.

The gesture was courtly, barely qualifying as a true kiss, but a flood of tingling arousal swamped her skin from head to foot. No one had ever touched her so intimately with so little flesh.