Darcy was floating, soaring. Warrick's kiss was sensual, carnal. It aroused her, inflamed her. His touch was just as wickedly delightful. His hands stroked her back, her butt, holding her tight, as if he couldn't fathom releasing her. 	She never wanted the kiss to end. It was too good, too ... perfect.
Donna Grant, Soul Scorched
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