He stalks forward, closing the distance in seconds, his hands finding her waist before she can react. His lips hover near her ear, voice thick with hunger
Adam Brody
“You think cooking will distract me? When all I can think about is how soft you feel against me?”
Her knees go weak. Her fingers tremble as she tries to focus, but his hands are moving—slow, deliberate, sliding over her waist, her stomach, teasing
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