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THE answer was no. In no way should she be touching Sawyer Grant. He was a patient. She had no business still being here. Still being in his bed. In Sawyer Grant’s bed. For the very first time.
“I shouldn’t…” she whispered.
But then like something entranced, her hand found the side of his face and she touched him. Unable to stop herself from marveling at the feel of him, underneath her palm.
One touch. Just one touch. But it set off an immediate reaction.
Sawyer groaned. Not with pain. With relief. Like this was something he’d been waiting for…for a very, very long time.
It was supposed to be one touch, but the next thing she knew, he was hauling her up his body. Settling her on top of the non-ghost part of his legs, and taking her mouth.
The kiss was hard, deep. A declaration of
