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The long T-shirt D.J. had donned over her white cotton briefs would have reached to midthigh if she'd stood up. But in the aftermath of her twisting and turning nightmare, the shirt now rested at the edge of her underwear. When Christian's hands touched her legs he encountered bare flesh. |
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His palms skimmed up her tingling thighs, pausing at the elastic encircling her legs. He slipped a finger under the material, and then his hand cupped her buttock. D.J. groaned into his mouth, her lower body arching toward him. But he held himself away from her, allowing only his hands and his mouth to touch her flesh. |
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D.J. explored the contours of his chest and back, her fingers running up and down the defined muscles. When her search encountered the waistband |
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