Addicted to his touch…

He startles me when his warm breath skims along my heated cheeks as he whispers, “What do you find so amusing, precious?” when his eyes lock on mine, I’m breathless. And when his thumb sweeps across my bottom lip, forcing me to let it go, I tremble. Ryker has to know how addicted I’ve become to his touch and he’s using it against me. His eyes are as black as coal as they roam over every inch of me. I expect him to bend me over the table and have his way with me, any minute now . . .

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