miss it for the world!” She drew a deep, steadying breath, feeling his condemnation like a spear in the heart. “I can see hugs and kisses are clearly out of the question, so take my hand,” she said with determined civility.
For an instant it seemed he would refuse. “People are watching, Mitch. You’re one of the good old boys, remember?”
He hesitated again, taut and afraid, before he wrapped his strong golden-brown fingers around hers.
Electricity crackled, spat, burned. They might have been alone in a room where everyone else had vanished in a puff of smoke.
A great deep thrust of primitive desire slammed into his body. She had known that was going to happen. He broke contact immediately, his callused hands feeling seared. Had he really thought anything could change? He couldn’t control this. He’d wanted her then. He wanted her now. Beyond that ever more aching want.
Hell, what a sorry plight!
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