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Helping her from the wall, he wrapped an arm around her waist, ignoring how well she fit against him with her soft curves.
“My keys are in my pocket,” she murmured.
He bit back a curse. Sliding his fingers along the edge of her waistband, he connected with the tiny hidden compartment and pulled out her key.
“Got it,” he whispered. His gaze met hers, and he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat. The urge to close the gap between them and get a taste of her—
“Charley horse,” she exclaimed before crumpling over in pain, almost causing London to lose his hold on her.
“Gotcha.” Pulling her in close, he slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Swooping her up into his arms, he pushed his way into her home. “Which way?”
He took in the home that was similar to his.
“The couch.”
He strode forward and made his way into the living room, ignoring how right it felt to have her in his arms.
“Here we go, m’lady.” He slowly lowered her down on the plush couch, feeling her gaze on him. Kneeling down before her, he slid his hands along her leg, finding the muscle tense. “London,” he announced, kneading her calf.
“What?”
“My name. It’s London. I figured I should introduce myself, seeing how I’m offering up a free massage.”
She looked away, but not before he caught sight of her small smile.
“What’s your name, pretty lady?” he asked, thickening his Southern drawl. As he continued to gaze upon her, he realized she was more than beautiful.
She was a knockout.
And he wanted to get to know her.
Intimately.
Her smooth skin was soft like butter beneath his fingers. When he caught her wince again, he eased up on the pressure.
“Alana Thornton.” She turned back to him, her large eyes filled with curiosity. He had to look away, feeling the familiar stirring in his groin. His cock grew thick, pushing against his jeans.
“Nice to meet you, Alana Thornton,” he replied, comparing her dark skin to his.
It was a complete turn-on.
Sliding his hands up along her leg, he stopped at her knee before gliding back over her now relaxed muscle.
He couldn’t look away from the sight before him. Her generous breasts pushed against her soft T-shirt, showcasing her erect nipples.
Her curvy body was perfect.
Soft.
Womanly.
Her eyes were closed as she relished in the feel of his hands on her.
What would she look like climaxing on my cock?
He swallowed hard, pushing away the image of her naked, braced over him, riding him. “How does it feel now?”
“Amazing,” she moaned. Her muscles tensed again as a look of complete horror came over her face.
