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I couldn't resist sneaking peeks at him, though. God, he was delicious. His wide, sensual mouth was the kind that invited nibbles and licks. His grin was kind of one-sided, sort of little-boyish, but I just knew that the kid inside was a devil. His eyes were deep-set, dark, fringed with thick lashes. Above them his eyebrows were thick and dark blond, a little bushy, but tidy--not straggly and wild. Slight hollows defined his cheekbones, just enough to give him a Clint-Eastwoodish look, without the fierce predator impact.
I could swear I smelled his jacket. There's a unique scent to well-cured leather, one that turns me on almost as much as the aroma of chocolate. I wanted to reach across and stroke my hand down his sleeve. His hand lay relaxed and open on his thigh, inviting me to slip mine inside. I knew the palm would be hard with callus, warm with his inner heat.
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