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Closing her eyes, she savored the ecstasy as the two tastes combinedtoo sweet and too bitterjust right. |
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"If you're going to look like that, I'll have no choice but to kiss you." |
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D.J.'s eyes snapped open. He stood in front of her. How had he moved so quietly and so fast? She licked the sugar from her lips in a nervous gesture. His gaze followed the movement of her tongue, and he took a step forward. D.J. wanted to take a step away, but her back was against the wall, literally. |
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He stopped, so close she could feel the heat from his body brush her skin. Keeping his gaze locked with hers, he took the empty coffee cup from her hands and tossed it over his shoulder. |
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"Plastic," he whispered, the ordinary word erotic on his tongue. |
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D.J. couldn't move. She didn't want to. He must have sensed her acquiescence, for his lips curved upward in a small smile, and he placed the palms of his hands on either side of her head as he leaned forward. |
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His large body blocked her view of anything but him, and his closeness overwhelmed her senses, but the sound of a car being driven too fast down the suburban street still penetrated her consciousness. She was too much a cop not to notice. Just as Christian's lips grazed hers, she heard a muffled pop. A chunk of wood nicked her cheek. |
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She grabbed McCall by the shoulders and yanked him sideways to the floor. D.J. followed him down onto the wood planks of the porch. |
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"Hey, I'm not that kind of guy." He laughed, ob- |
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