He smoothed his fingers along her jawline and lifted her chin, kissing her gently, testing.	Lindsey went light-headed with the rush of sensation, the touch of his lips leaving her longing for more. Clutching his shirt in her fingers - napkin and all - she pulled him closer, melting into his kiss. Carden took it from tentative to tender, then parted her lips with the velvety sweep of his tongue. She matched his languid rhythm, hypnotized. He was all chocolate and caramel, creamy cool and sweet.	'Sinfully delicious'.	No doubt he was 31 flavors of trouble, but resisting him seemed impossible.
Tracy March, Should've Said No
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