Sex, Heat and Hunger: Part 1
The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series Book 3
Coming March 2017
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His hands were huge, like super huge! You can tell a lot about a person from their hands. And these were capable hands. Hands of a man who worked hard and didn’t just push a pencil all day; trimmed nails with plenty of calluses, and the occasional scar to show he dove right in when it came to dirty work. A man’s man in gentleman’s clothes.
But more noticeably, than his big hands which at that moment I suddenly ached to have on me, was what had to be one of the most intoxicating but not at all over whelming scent of man; an alluring mix of spice, woods and confidence. Like he’d just chopped down enough trees to make a log house and then swiped Old Spice under his arms -it was hot! I looked up from my phone that I’d been busy wiping clean of my face sweat, make up and oil, into piercing cobalt blue eyes, and a cocky but adorable smirk on an even more adorable mouth -scratch that, a sexy, delicious and unbelievably kissable mouth. My core clenched as I envisioned that mouth traveling down my body and ending between my legs. Holy shit, where did that thought come from? Where did YOU come from Mr. Sexy Mouth?
My mouth hung open for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to two or three seconds as I took in tall, dark and dangerously handsome sitting next to me, sipping on a glass of some belly-warming amber liquid. He had a nice face. A hard face. An older face. There was nothing baby about him, with edgy angles and bold lines; maybe that’s where the dangerous came into play. With both a compelling and disconcerting look, and a presence that suggested intelligence and experience, and when his eyes locked on mine, I felt as if the whole world had been put on pause, the air sparked and sizzled between us. Did he feel it too?