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‘Here,’ he snapped Rather than the super-dooper kit she expected, he pulled out an old ice-cream tub with a loose assortment of Band-Aids, painkillers, tubes and bottles He stepped back and Didi swayed at the sudden loss of contact Her head was spinning, her legs felt numb

He lifted out a tube of antiseptic crealanced at her as he said, ‘Looks like you should sit down Or perhaps you should eat’ He flicked his head at the counter top ‘There’s a dinner there It should still be hot’

Probably a sensible idea, even if her stoht of food ‘I think I will’ She peeled off the lid, grabbed a spoon, filled a tumbler of water and perched on a kitchen bar stool at the end of the counter top But even the fragrance of sweet-spiced Moroccan la

She dug out a token chickpea or two, rolled them around her ht of Ca and exposing one firain

The two distinct raised welts were dealt with swiftly and she stared as he rubbed in antiseptic creaers

Dark olive skin overlaid the hard ht Oh, hoould it feel to run her hands up his leg? What was it about this guy? She’d never even looked at Jay this way This wicked, wanton way

She’d take off his shoe, his sock Start at the toes and work her way up Froher skin above the sock line She’d watch his eyes darken to that gorgeous blueberry as she crept her fingers higher, beneath the trousers to fondle his kneecap Higher, where the tops of his thighs would be hard, like wood, then to the inner thigh where it would be softer, hotter…

‘How is it?’

His voice penetrated the sexual shroud she found herself immersed in As she blinked it away she becaainst her ribs Aware of his eyes studying her with a searing intensity that hts

She ht ‘Mood Want a taste?’

His gaze dropped to herher lips feel swollen and sensual, as if she’d invited hi far more intimate A taste he’d already acquainted himself with, and her pulse spiked at the memory