Alana felt the fine trembling that went through Rafe, the outrush of his breath that was her name. For an instant she was afraid he would touch her, breaking the spell. Instead, Rafe closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of her fingers sliding deeply through his hair. Then his dense brown lashes shifted as he looked at Alana, held her focused in the hungry amber depths of his eyes. "I've dreamed of you,he murmured." Of this."
Genre: Romance
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