Duncan didn’t freeze. He kept stalking toward Holly. She was the only thing that mattered to him.
Holly with her high cheekbones, those deep, dark brown eyes, her golden skin, and the dark silk of her hair.
Why hadn’t he ever noticed how sweet she smelled? Her scent was pulling him in, drawing him closer and closer.
He’d followed that scent on her neck. Tasted her skin with his tongue.
She tasted as sweet as she smelled.