Now, we get to meet Jared, our hero and his reaction to Jocelyn after they have had a little time to get to know each other.
Jared could barely think. His jeans chafed and tightened, his mouth watered to taste that long, creamy neck, those full, scarlet lips. He ached low in his gut for her, in some hidden place he thought long buried where an emptiness screamed for her to fill it.
He followed Jocelyn to the elevator, drawn by her rose and lime scent. She took his arm, her breast pressing against him, sending heat scorching through his veins. He was going to devour her, slack his thirst with her passion and relish the ripe, honeyed memory that once, he loved a woman.
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