I decided to place them in the water at my sides. I shifted on my feet, not sure what to do with my arms. His hands were on his hips and I saw his Adam’s apple move with a thick swallow. My lashes fluttered open and I found him watching me with his jaw set and his eyes ablaze. He half growled, half groaned then set me away, placing essential distance between us. Instinctively, my eyes shut, startled by the ferocity of the sensual, swirling, damning, overwhelming physical feels. It drove all the breath from my lungs and I trembled, gasped, spikes of hot and cold rushing under the surface of my skin. “No.” He shook his head, the word sharp, and his eyes flashed with a warning. His grip on me tightened, staying my attempted retreat. I think I saw a guitar in one of the rooms back at the compound.” I said “the compound” in a deep, weird voice, hoping to cut through the raging tension building between us, making it difficult for me to breathe. “I’d like to see that,” he said after a beat. They were devastating and no less precarious to my wellbeing than his mean and hard smiles. These were different smiles, relaxed and happy smiles.
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