Desire shot through him hot and fast. It was a different sort of desire than the kind he'd felt with Megan. That was a basic need of a man , this... was that too and something that his parched soul soaked up like the desert would soak up rain.
She smelled like the desert too, a clean, slightly earthy, dry scent but with a hint of spice and something like orange blossoms.
Controlling his body's reactions to her, he gave her a welcoming if crooked grin and slowly walked her out of the back area. Curfew was soon, but they had time even if they walked slow and given the way the girl swayed and leaned against him, they needed to go slow. "What's your name, chere?" he asked, having missed the announcement.