She
brushed the gray tips and white strands of hair that gave him such untamed
nobility. With a finger, she traced his face from his temple to his jaw, across
his lips, then scraping her nails along the fine hair under his chin. A man of
his enormous size would be capable of great strength, and a gal could easily
lose herself in his arms for more than one night. His gaze intensified under
her scrutiny.
“What
do you see when you look at me?” he asked and lowered his eyes. Sinfully long
lashes brushed his cheeks.
She
considered him to be the most gorgeous man alive. His eyes mesmerized her. Some
would consider the unusual color to be eerie, but she saw a whirlwind of
emotions, from pain to hope, drawing her into his soul. Did his unusual
appearance cause issues and uncertainty in his life? Despite his intimidating
frame, he exhibited control and gentle qualities in the tender way he’d held
her when they danced and the way he’d admitted his soft spot for animals. In
arms like his, a woman could find paradise in many ways.
She
cupped his face and forced him to meet her gaze. “I see a handsome, mystical
warrior from another world.”
“Handsome,
huh? I think you need your vision checked. I am nothing more than a simple
Chippewa from Michigan.” His mouth was inches from hers. “However, I can be
magical and take you wherever you want to go.”
“Then
dance with me,” she whispered.
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