He was tall, one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Dressed in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. Thick black hair grew rakishly long, falling over the collar of his shirt. Intense brown eyes, almost the color of amber, surveyed the diner slowly before coming back to her. Electricity sizzled in the air then, as though invisible currents connected them, forcing her to recognize him on a primitive level. Not that she wouldnโt take notice anyway. He was power, strength, and so incredibly male that her breath caught at the sight of him.
Lora LeighShe cried out into his kiss, her hands clawing his shoulders, adrift now in a pleasure that threatened to consume her. In her sexual lifetime she had never known anything like it. Had never tasted such a dark kiss, one that warned her he had no intention of making allowances for sensual inexperience. He was hungry. Needy. And she was the meal he craved.
Lora LeighHer eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss. โI felt you,โ she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. โWatching me. Should I feel you watching me?โ Was she asleep or awake? โOf course.โ He found the growl building in his throat. โEvery time I look at you, baby, I touch you.
Lora LeighYou have five minutes to call someone, anyone, I don't care who, and order me the finest blend of coffee that rat hole town has, and a dozen beers. If it's not sitting on this table..." a slender finger pointed furiously at the table in question,"... in one hour, you die" - Faith telling Jacob
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