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He reached out one long arm and encircled Marti's trim waist, dragging her body against his, silently, his tawny gaze holding hers in a trancelike stare. And there was nothing Marti could do ... even if she'd wanted to. And a part of her wanted to rebel ... but couldn't find the willpower to act.
His hands splayed across her back, pressing her body into the lean contours of his. Her breasts pushed against his chest while he lowered one hand and clasp her buttock.
Marti felt the fire from his hands, the lusty invitation to sex in his stance, and the undeniable admission that he wanted to possess her. His scent assaulted her senses, a musky male aroma mingled with the smell of the barn. She felt her head swim as she tipped her head back to gaze into his face, a dangerous gesture because she was all too aware of Lucas' uncanny sense of awareness.
"How bad do you want the land, Marti?" he asked in a low rumble. He tightened the hand clasping her buttock, pressing the unmistakable hardness at his crotch against her belly.
Posted January 22, 2011
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