He could not have kept himself from touching her. She was so beautiful, and her skin so creamy and soft.
He turned and waved a hand absent–mindedly at the ladder as he approached it again.
No, he was certain that if she had not wanted him to touch her, she would have said something. Adriana was not the type to do something she didn’t want to do. And she certainly would not have touched him as well.
He turned again and strode across the empty space.
He grew hot with just the thought of how she had touched him. His body stirred with the memory. The fire, burning in the hearth directly in front of him, caught his attention. It was much too hot for it in this small space. He waved an open hand and then closed it into a fist as he turned his back on the fire, willing it to go out.
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