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Alison’s heart thudded fast and irregular as Harker leaned toward her. He was going to kiss her. Harker. Now. A kiss. She’d never realized how big and how male he was. His lips were firm but full, his face narrow–the hint of his beard beginning to show on his cheeks. His breath tickled her lips. The scent was a mix between smoky bourbon and mint from his toothpaste. Her body drifted toward him, her eyes closing. She wanted to taste that smell.
“I promise. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll only show you pleasure beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.” He shifted, whispering in her ear. “Come. Before we miss the show.”
Her eyes opened as he stepped away from her, taking her hand in his and leading her across the room. He hadn’t kissed her. He’d been going to. Why had he stopped? Was her
