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Emory Kane’s mouth is smooth and warm as his lips move against mine. Once again, I’m surprised that they’re not cold, but the longer he holds himself against me, the more those thoughts fade from my mind, and all I can think about is how badly I want this man who is touching me in a more intimate way than anyone ever has before. No fear resonates within me as his tongue taps against my bottom lip, prompting me to part mine. His tongue touches mine lightly, and my body is ablaze as tingles radiate down my spine and out through my limbs, causing a tightening in my core. He takes his time, his hand on my cheek as he steadies us, and I keep my eyes closed to savor the feeling of him, the taste of strawberries and cinnamon, not at all what I was expecting, the way his intoxicating scent wraps