Daniel propped his forehead on hers and studied her eyes from close range. Mischief made his shine. “Scoot over a little bit,” he coaxed, nudging Holly away from the solid wall and in front of a closet full of coats. He stroked his palms up and down her ribs a few times. On the last time, he slipped his thumbs under her shirttail.
“Arms up.” He carried the fabric up over her head and elbows.
But when he got to the wrists, Daniel twisted the shirt and knotted it around the coat bar. A firm tug confirmed that the brunette wasn’t going anywhere unless she brought the bar down with her.
He hiked up her skirt and picked her up. “This work for you?” he asked.
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on 2013-09-25 07:44 pm (UTC)“Arms up.” He carried the fabric up over her head and elbows.
But when he got to the wrists, Daniel twisted the shirt and knotted it around the coat bar. A firm tug confirmed that the brunette wasn’t going anywhere unless she brought the bar down with her.
He hiked up her skirt and picked her up. “This work for you?” he asked.