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264 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2001
Adding the buttermilk, she stirred the thick dough slowly with the spoon, trying to collect the bits and pieces that clung to the edges of the bowl.
Bo’s hands came from both sides of her. The front of his body pressed close against her back and his breath pulsed warm on her neck. He took the dough into his hands, kneading it, picking up the errant pieces and working them into a cohesive ball. Sara stood very still. Her face became hot. She found his closeness intimidating, and at the same time, exhilarating.
Bo put the dough down, placed his hands over hers, guided them into the mixture, then massaged both hands and dough.
There was something sensual about his large warm hands over hers, kneading the cool, malleable mixture. She didn’t know why his nearness had such a stimulating effect. Her hands trembled beneath his. Her face burned. Her breath came in gulps and her heart pounded.