He moaned again, but made no further
response. A cloud skimmed across the moon and away again, leaving her with an
unimpeded view of his sleeping face. She caught her breath.
He was beautiful.
His skin was fair but for the nasty gash
at his temple. A livid scrape slashed across one high cheekbone. His long black
curls flopped wetly over his forehead, and Laura fought the urge to brush them
back…
His brows were long, dark slashes against
the pallor of his high forehead, the two vertical lines between them the only
sign of his conflict. A soft moan spilled from his full lips, making her wonder
what it might be like to be kissed by that oh-so-masculine mouth.
Her fascinated gaze roved over the
freckles sprinkled across his long straight nose, the tiny dent in his chin
that surely must deepen into a cleft when he smiled. He shifted restlessly,
drawing her gaze to the broad shoulders encased in white wool, down the long
body and along his well-muscled legs. His hands were large and square,
calloused and bleeding. One of them clutched a canvas bag in a death grip.
“They’re coming for us.” His deep voice
vibrated with raw anguish. “We’ve got to…get out of here. Now!” He tried to rise, but fell back with a helpless half-groan.
1 comment:
Nice teaser.
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