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of his sweatpants she reached around to the front and yanked the string free as she'd wanted to dohad it been just last night?when she'd watched him sleep on his own bed. He made a small sound of protest as she eased the material down his hips, then started to move away. |
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"No. Let me touch you," she whispered against his mouth. |
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He hesitated. When the tension in his arms relaxed she took the release for acquiescence and reversed their positions, pushing him onto his back and rising up next to him. She slipped the sweat pants from his long, muscled legs and ran her fingers up the sides of his thighs, marveling at the contrast between the hair-roughened skin on his legs and the sensitive skin of her palms. A sudden desire to remove all the barriers between them consumed her. D.J. sat back on her heels and yanked her T-shirt over her head. She leaned forward, placing her palms on either side of his head. Then she kissed him as the tips of her breasts brushed back and forth against his chest. His muscles flexed and hardened, the hair on his chest soft and warm. She wanted to curl herself against him and snuggle ever closer. |
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Though he returned her kiss, Christian held himself very still, his arms at his sides, as though afraid to touch her. She broke away from his mouth and sat up. Where before she had used her sense of touch to explore him, now she used sight. Her gaze traveled down his body. Beautiful, just as she'd imagined. |
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No, she couldn't have imagined this. His tall form |
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