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Before he could process her words, she shifted.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressing flush against his. He felt the shock ripple through him, a jolt of pure electricity.
Her eyes, dark and intense, darted from face to face in the doorway, daring them to look away.
Then they locked onto his. He was lost, the world outside fading into a hazy blur.
Her hand moved, a feather-light touch, to the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair. She pulled, a gentle tug, tilting his head back.
He closed his eyes, a shiver running down his spine. The sensation of her, so close, so real, after three years of phantom touches.
He had missed this.
Missed her.
"Beg," she whispered against his ear, her breath a warm caress.