“You do like to live dangerously, don’t you?” He curled an arm around her waist and yanked her against him so their bodies were flush, her breasts pillowed against the hard planes of his chest.
She walked her fingers upward, skimming them over his neck and along his jaw. “Is there any other way?”
His laugh, gruff and quick, caught her off guard. “Not that I know of.”
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