Page 44 of Prince Charming

Tag was into her.

Not as a friend.

As something more. Something hot and needy.

The look grabbed at her insides, turning her into a sudsy mess of nerves.

That’s when she heard it as the music drifted off into nothingness.

The tempo of their breaths echoed through the bricks.

The drum of shared heartbeats.

It crackled the air as he moved.

Desire.

Lust.

Wanting.

It all but pulsed a line between him and her.

Noting the blue jeans like a second skin to his legs, hugging tight to a trim waist. The denim was made for his body, cupping his ass, and stretching across his thighs as he lengthened his gait. Never faltering his gaze as she took him in before her feet moved to meet him halfway.

The thin cotton gray t-shirt, half-tucked in at the front, clung to a hard torso made up of ridges of muscle in his back and shoulders. Sleeves strained around the bulges of his biceps, showcasing his tattooed arms. He looked like he’d stepped out of one of those fitness magazines or maybe her dirty fantasies. She’d seen a lot of his body, he trained in only shorts, but seeing him in his denim, did something funny to her. Made her a little breathy when he reached her.

Her chin kicked back to see him properly.

If she didn’t know better, she would swear Tag was vibrating.

Or perhaps it was her who trembled when he brushed a sweaty piece of hair from her face. “You looked fucking incredible.”

Heavy breathing, she tasted the words, warmth touching every inch of her face.

He didn’t temper the arousal in his eyes, nor did he act on it.

Marianna was at a loss what to do.

Eager to pounce. Scared of rejection.

Limbs so shaky forced her forward until she tasted the air he exhaled. It was minty, and the hungry expression he arrowed down at her caused a fire to start in the center of her body. It bloomed outward until not an inch of her was cold anymore.

The air was thick.

God, the moment felt like a lifetime.

If Marianna were a smart woman, she’d get out of there.Now.

Tag, as if reading her thoughts, spoke in a dominant voice which rushed through her. Hard and unyielding.

Showing signs of the rugged man beneath the kindness.

“If you’re gonna run, do it now, Marianna. Because in a second I’m gonna answer to the want in your eyes.”

Pulse. Hot sticky pulses went right through her.

She could stand there for days staring at his model features, the two-day stubble, and the heat dancing in his eyes. Way toogorgeous.

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