Carnal Code
I shook my hair out so it fell messy around my shoulders, then sprayed a light mist of my vanilla-amber perfume along my neck and between my breasts.
When the knock finally came, I opened the door to find Dax standing in the pouring rain, holding a small bag with candles and a flashlight. Water dripped from his dark hair down onto his gray t-shirt, making the fabric cling to every ridge of his muscular chest. His jeans were soaked at the hems. He looked strong, mature, and so damn sexy it almost hurt.
“Nadia,” he said, his voice low and rough around the edges. “You alright?”
“Come in, quick,” I whispered, stepping aside.
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