The bed dipped, a sudden, sharp lurch beneath me.
Before I could process the movement, a large hand clamped onto the back of my head, guiding me forward.
My lips met skin. Warm, smooth, and unyielding.
Not his shoulder.
Not his neck.
His jaw.
My eyes flew open. The shock was a physical blow, and a tidal wave of sensation crashed in right behind it. The faint heat of his skin, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne, the sheer masculine
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