My skin felt like a starved thing, as if I hadn't touched anyone in ages. It was a publicity shot for a stripper bar, so we tried to look at her face. Power trailed over Nathaniel's skin, and trapped under his body, that power marched over me in a skin-tingling, breath-stealing rush. His chest and stomach were decorated with my blood.
I can't believe you said that. I kissed, ever so gently, each of those smooth hollows, like tiny shallow cups in his skin. My little blue and black skirt outfit, complete with high heeled boots, didn't look much like security detail. Okay, how's this.
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