"Shh." He came around the front of Duke, pausing to rub the horse's nose. He resumed his deliberate observation, this time beginning at her feet, pausing at her hips with a sultry expression. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips. His gaze meandered to her bosom briefly while he moved to stand in front of her, his attention on her lips.
"You are a lecherous man," Porsche accused, her breathing irregular with expectancy.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are the lascivious vixen that hinted at more of my brand of 'doctoring' a few minutes ago. Do you know what you want?"
Porsche knew she wanted him to kiss her. She also wanted him to touch her, to caress the curves he had so blatantly evaluated. Her mouth went dry. She licked her lips.
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