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hands had strayed to the top of the blanket. One yank and the covering pooled at her waist. She gave a startled gasp as the cooler air met her warmed skin, then clutched his fingers and drew them to her flesh. |
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As he'd expected, she wore nothing under the blanket but the bandage protecting her wound. He had no interest in her wound just now. Instead, he cupped her full breasts in his palms. They filled his hands to perfection, as though she'd been made just for him, which he knew she had. Her lips left his as she arched into his palms. His thumbs rubbed over the hardened nubs, and he watched in fascination as they hardened further. He bent his head and took one into his mouth. |
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The effect on them both was electric. D.J's fingers clenched in his hair, bringing him closer. Her bottom shifted against him, and he clenched his teeth against the urge to throw the blanket aside and bury himself inside her without any more preliminaries. He took a deep breath and focused his mind on the love brimming over in his heart. He wouldn't act like an animal; he would show her love or he wouldn't do this. |
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Concentrating on D.J. with all his might, he pushed the rush of lust back for a moment. He drew her nipple into his mouth, using his tongue against the nub to push it against the top of his mouth as he suckled. |
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She cried out his name and turned in his lap, her thighs on either side of his so she straddled him. She pushed against him again, and he grasped her hips to still her. |
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