Kiss of An Angel
“crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Caitlan’s answer. After a hesitant second she broke eye contact and once again resumed checking the bump on his head. Except this time her fingers worked tensely, pressing over his skull without the gentleness she’d used before.
“You remember the sleet storm, right?” she asked.
“Yeah. I got hit in the head just as the sky split wide open.” Her fingers probed an especially sensitive area and he winced and sucked in a harsh breath. “Hey, watch it!”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, and continued on with a bit more care. “I was on my horse, Daisy, when I saw your body by the creek.”
As a stall tactic, he had to admit her approach was original and quite effective. He turned his head slightly and found himself eye level with her breasts. He tried focusing on the nondescript material of her shirt, but his gaze kept straying to the collar, where the first three buttons were undone, granting him a more enticing view of creamy flesh and wisps of satin and lace.
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