Longing To See Again

A smart dark limousine was waiting at the curb, and the driver opened the door when Brett and Daisy stepped outside.

Daisy slid across the seat at the opposite side and adjusted her gown. When Brett settled beside her and the door shut, she became highly conscious of his vibrating closeness, the masculine fragrance of his cologne, breathing him in, and telling herself to relax and enjoy his company.

Brett took her hand, swallowing hard, he shut his eyes briefly and breathed in, wishing this little moment would never end.

Daisy was looking like a snack, carefully baked with healthy ingredients and decorated sweetly in a very attractive way. Except this particular snack, was the type he wanted for himself and no one else. He ran his fingertips over Daisy's palm, a simple touch that sparked a fierce lust.

He caught her gaze and noted that brief message that passed through her eyes. She was hot for him as much as he was for her. The expression on her face was enough evidence.

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