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hips and legs before settling on her breasts.
    Cara gave a self-conscious laugh.
She didn’t feel too beautiful, barefoot, in her oldest jeans, and with damp
hair curling crazily down her back. Also, she didn’t feel exactly comfortable
with Brian’s eyes glued to her boobs. Levi cleared his throat and Brian’s eyes
darted to him as though he suddenly realized he might have been inadvertently
stepping into dangerous territory. Levi merely handed Brian a mug of coffee,
forcing the officer to let go of Cara’s hands, and gestured for Brian to help
himself to creamer and sugar.
    Cara shot Levi a look of gratitude.
    “You want anything?” Levi asked
Cara, and she was sure she heard a suggestive note in his question. She felt
heat rise in her cheeks and licked her suddenly dry lips. She wanted something,
all right, and it wasn’t coffee—and she just bet Levi had guessed exactly what
she wanted and how much she wanted it. She bit her tongue, shook her head, and
busied herself making a pot of tea, glad the task didn’t require a whole lot of
attention or intellect. It seemed Levi’s kiss had turned her brain to doona
innards. She couldn’t remember another time a simple kiss had turned her into a
total featherbrain—and she couldn’t say the feeling was unpleasant. Dreamy,
yes. Horny, yes. More-ish, absolutely, she thought hungrily, forgetting how
many scoops of tea leaves she’d added to the old enamel pot.
    Maybe it wasn’t so great that Brian
was here. If he’d taken a little longer to do his duty, she might have enjoyed
a follow up taste of Levi Callister, just to confirm that the intensity of that
first encounter was just a fluke, of course. Not at all because she was
starving for seconds and imagining that his sculpted body was an all-you-can
eat dessert bar. An image flashed through her mind of Levi sprawled on a
buffet, his broad chest smothered in melting hokey pokey ice cream…
    First
kiss, cowgirl? her inner voice mocked. That implies there will be subsequent kisses. She mentally turned
down the volume on that rational, pedantic inside voice and tried to focus on
making tea. But the whole world was just static in comparison to her mind’s
reruns of this morning’s pash, lighting up her hormones and sending sexy tingles
to every corner of her body.
    What had she been thinking kissing
him at all, she wondered? The answer was simple—she hadn’t been thinking. She
had been feeling, experiencing, reacting, and smoldering under the spell of his
lips. She had been surrendering to his passion and her own. And she had been
frantic and ravenous for more of the magic that he proffered.
    The spark between them had ignited
the moment she had opened her eyes. Still half in sleep, it had seemed to her
almost as though he had emerged from her hot, erotic dreams. Dreams of desert
nights in silken tents, bounty and pleasure of every type imaginable, heat and
lust, spices and oils, hands and lips and desperate, aching need...
    And then there he was, the epitome
of her lonely somnolent longings—Levi Callister.
    He was gorgeous.
    And it wasn’t just his face. The
man was built. Toned, defined, bronzed. While Levi wasn’t bulging out of his
chocolate-colored t-shirt or anything, he was lean and muscular in the best
kind of way, the way that made her pulse jitterbug and her mouth water.
    It must have been the lingering
wisps of sleep that had emboldened her, she thought, or his frank appreciation,
for she had not been embarrassed to be discovered naked. There had been no
shyness about being nude and no coyness about her body. Although, in the face
of Levi’s admiring gaze and obvious arousal, there wasn’t a great deal of room
for concerns about waist measurement, thigh shape, tan lines, or cellulite.
There was only his burning stare lighting up her skin and his mouth providing a
tempting taste of what his lips could do in the wake of his eyes.
    “So, you ended up in law
enforcement,” Cara said to Brian, trying