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“Yes, different I’ve watched you You’re war and kind And so da red hair His gaze dropped to her low-cut red dress “And so sexy you’d make any man lose his mind”
Sexy? Her?
He cupped her cheek, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her lips, with butterfly kisses Drawing back, he looked at her “You’re the only one I want”
Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her again until she forgot all her insecurity and doubts, until she forgot her own name
When he released her, she was still lost in the heat of his e his phone to his ear, he said unsteadily, “Pick me up on Central Park South”
“You’re leaving?” she whispered, oddly crestfallen
“I’ you home”
“You don’t need to take me home I have my MetroCard I can—”
“Not your hoh her “To mine”
The thought of going home with hies of uni quickened “Why?”
His sensual lips quirked at the edges “Why?”
“Ityped, or?”
“Is that all you think you are?”
She blushed beneath his gaze She bit her lip, then forced herself to respond “You want to seduce me?”
“How clearly must I say it?” he said huskily He cupped her cheek, searching her gaze “I want you, Holly In h her hair as he whispered, “In my life”