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was lean and tautnear perfect in its musculature. No slouch in the fitness department herself, she recognized a body honed through hours of physical labor. |
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He continued to lay so still, D.J. experienced a moment of unease. With a naked woman in bed, most men wouldn't lie passively while she examined him. Perhaps he didn't want her as much as she wanted him. |
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Her gaze lowered. She smiled. He might say he didn't want her, but his body couldn't lie. |
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She reached out a hand to touch him, then stopped. Hesitant. Almost shy. Her experiences with sex had been near clinical renditions of the act with no emotion, and even less passion, involved. Tonight, however, she felt an all-consuming desire to make this man experience pleasure at her hands. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to accomplish her goal. |
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She looked at his face, hoping for a hint. His eyes were closed, his jaw clenched. She allowed her hand to fall back to her side, but on the way her fingertips brushed the side of his thigh. He jumped as though she'd struck him. |
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With a groan and a curse, he grasped her upper arms, pulling her across his body as he kissed her with a combination of passion and panic. She understood his confusion. She wanted him to stopand she wanted him to go on and on. Fitting herself to him, she nestled his hardness between her thighs. He throbbed against her aching center, enticingly hot where she'd always been cold. No |
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