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chuckled and moved into the light. Kaeli’s breath hitched, and if
she hadn’t been frozen in place, she’d surely have melted at the smoky look CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
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the stranger passed over her. Thought became chaotic, sluggish as she did a once over and went back for more.
Blond. Golden. Adonis. He looked like some bad ass metal band
member--a lead bass guitarist. Long, wavy hair trailed down to his chest, muscles but not breadth hidden beneath a tight black T-shirt that tormented her. He had classical features: squared jaw, dimpled chin, straight nose, and smiling, full lips--but the combination tantalized when Grecian statues left her cold as the marble used to carve them. The man oozed bad boy like
people expelled carbon dioxide--and he was definitely just as dangerous in too great a quantity.
Tribal tattoos twirled about his muscled arms, and painted on leather
pants completed his ensemble. She tried to look away, but her eyes stayed rooted to his groin. Couldn’t go any farther than that bulge, thumbs ...
thumbs hooked in his pockets, framing his groin like a picture. It was one of those subtle moves all guys did but few could pull off because they didn’t have the package. This one definitely had it goin’ on.
He sauntered toward her, that cocky stride that couldn’t help but
garner any straight woman’s attention. “Navarre Lyssandro.”
Kaeli gaped at him. “Huh?” Once she’d seen him, her mind had
blanked beyond the need to procreate--fast. NOW.
Someone that damn sexy was nothing but trouble.
Navarre chuckled, standing just inside her comfort zone, crowding
her until she took a step back. He leaned against the lip of the alley,
leisurely running his gaze down her body. She shivered, the tips of her
breasts tingling with imagined contact.
“You asked who I was, I tell you. Navarre Lyssandro.”
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He had an accent. Damn his hide, he had an accent! French and
Southern rolled into one tantalizing package that had her near salivating.
She shouldn’t lust after a stranger like this--it was completely foreign to her.
Kaeli glared at him, unwilling to concede defeat to a damn Cajun. “What
are you doing here?”
“Meetin’ a friend, chere. You goin’ tell me your name, pretty lady?”
Never in her life had anyone accused her of being a lady. “Kaeli
Jackson.”
“Kaeli,” he said, savoring her name like choice wine. It sounded so
much better on those lips.
She swallowed and offered her hand like an automaton. He shook it,
his hand warm, callused ... lingering. She withdrew quickly, palm itching to know more of him than that brief contact allowed. She never drank, but
tonight she needed something cold and hard to quench her libido.
Anger was good. It kept her head vaguely clear of confusing
thoughts when she concentrated on being outraged. “Why the hell didn’t
you help me when that kid attacked? Or call someone?”
He cocked one dark, golden brow. “I walked up after you’d already
taken him down, petite. After that, I jus’ enjoyed the show.”
“Excuses, excuses.” Kaeli grunted. “Wouldn’t want to hurt that
purty hide of yours, eh?” And it was a purty one, but not girlish in any way.
She couldn’t stop looking at him. Trouble. Keep telling yourself that.
Trouble.
“I couldn’t chance you gettin’ hurt if I came up and distracted you.”
“Very heroic of you.” She was being an asshole but couldn’t help
herself. Hell, the guy said he hadn’t been there from the start. She was CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
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always like this around hunks. No damn wonder she hadn’t been laid in
forty forevers. Prickly bitches just didn’t seem to hold much appeal for men for some unfathomable reason. It spoiled her mood just thinking about it.
“Not all women want to be rescued, petite. Besides, I didn’ know but
what you weren’t some militant feminist. I don’ like bein’ chewed on,” he
she hadn’t been frozen in place, she’d surely have melted at the smoky look CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
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5
the stranger passed over her. Thought became chaotic, sluggish as she did a once over and went back for more.
Blond. Golden. Adonis. He looked like some bad ass metal band
member--a lead bass guitarist. Long, wavy hair trailed down to his chest, muscles but not breadth hidden beneath a tight black T-shirt that tormented her. He had classical features: squared jaw, dimpled chin, straight nose, and smiling, full lips--but the combination tantalized when Grecian statues left her cold as the marble used to carve them. The man oozed bad boy like
people expelled carbon dioxide--and he was definitely just as dangerous in too great a quantity.
Tribal tattoos twirled about his muscled arms, and painted on leather
pants completed his ensemble. She tried to look away, but her eyes stayed rooted to his groin. Couldn’t go any farther than that bulge, thumbs ...
thumbs hooked in his pockets, framing his groin like a picture. It was one of those subtle moves all guys did but few could pull off because they didn’t have the package. This one definitely had it goin’ on.
He sauntered toward her, that cocky stride that couldn’t help but
garner any straight woman’s attention. “Navarre Lyssandro.”
Kaeli gaped at him. “Huh?” Once she’d seen him, her mind had
blanked beyond the need to procreate--fast. NOW.
Someone that damn sexy was nothing but trouble.
Navarre chuckled, standing just inside her comfort zone, crowding
her until she took a step back. He leaned against the lip of the alley,
leisurely running his gaze down her body. She shivered, the tips of her
breasts tingling with imagined contact.
“You asked who I was, I tell you. Navarre Lyssandro.”
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6
He had an accent. Damn his hide, he had an accent! French and
Southern rolled into one tantalizing package that had her near salivating.
She shouldn’t lust after a stranger like this--it was completely foreign to her.
Kaeli glared at him, unwilling to concede defeat to a damn Cajun. “What
are you doing here?”
“Meetin’ a friend, chere. You goin’ tell me your name, pretty lady?”
Never in her life had anyone accused her of being a lady. “Kaeli
Jackson.”
“Kaeli,” he said, savoring her name like choice wine. It sounded so
much better on those lips.
She swallowed and offered her hand like an automaton. He shook it,
his hand warm, callused ... lingering. She withdrew quickly, palm itching to know more of him than that brief contact allowed. She never drank, but
tonight she needed something cold and hard to quench her libido.
Anger was good. It kept her head vaguely clear of confusing
thoughts when she concentrated on being outraged. “Why the hell didn’t
you help me when that kid attacked? Or call someone?”
He cocked one dark, golden brow. “I walked up after you’d already
taken him down, petite. After that, I jus’ enjoyed the show.”
“Excuses, excuses.” Kaeli grunted. “Wouldn’t want to hurt that
purty hide of yours, eh?” And it was a purty one, but not girlish in any way.
She couldn’t stop looking at him. Trouble. Keep telling yourself that.
Trouble.
“I couldn’t chance you gettin’ hurt if I came up and distracted you.”
“Very heroic of you.” She was being an asshole but couldn’t help
herself. Hell, the guy said he hadn’t been there from the start. She was CARNAL KNOWLEDGE
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always like this around hunks. No damn wonder she hadn’t been laid in
forty forevers. Prickly bitches just didn’t seem to hold much appeal for men for some unfathomable reason. It spoiled her mood just thinking about it.
“Not all women want to be rescued, petite. Besides, I didn’ know but
what you weren’t some militant feminist. I don’ like bein’ chewed on,” he
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