Learning Curves. Joanne Rock
body.
Was it the cold? Or had his touch affected her that way? Intrigued, he pulled her a little closer.
She came willingly, gazing up into his eyes as if there was nothing unusual about him brushing greedy fingers over her bare skin in the moonlight.
That fact only proved to him that she was too naive. There was no way he could let her go out alone tonight.
“Frankly, I don’t trust the Mace,” he continued. “In fact, I don’t know that I’d trust the football team with you either. Not when you look like that.”
She smiled. “I’ll be fine, Cal.”
He shared her grin and leaned in closer. The heat between them growled to life like a throaty engine. “I know you will, gorgeous, because I’m going with you.”
She started to pull away, but he halted her by sliding his fingertips over the smooth flesh of her upper arms.
Her answering shiver roused and scared him in equal measure. It amazed him that he kept her captive there with no more than his touch. How would he ever endure an evening with a woman who had more fire-power than fuel injection?
“Cal—”
“Meet your date for the night, Maddy.” He stroked a lazy finger across her collarbone. “The bad-ass of your choice is officially at your service.”
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