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the long ringlets, he angled his mouth on hers. He kissed

her, wet and deep, his tongue teasing her, inviting her to

play.

Oh, she wanted to play. She thrust her tongue in his

mouth, tasting him, her teeth grazing his lips.

He tasted so good. She clutched at the slope of his

shoulders, corded muscle and male strength, as he let

his weight fall against her, pinning her between hot

man and cool tile, the water beating down on them

both.

Coiled tight and heavy with anticipation, like the air

before a tropical storm, she rubbed against him, her

legs scissoring. Open. Closed. He thrust his knee

between them, his thigh against her mons. She did a

slow grind, the pressure making her gasp.

He kissed her like she was ambrosia, like he

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couldn’t get enough. Deep. Wet. Lips and tongue and

teeth. Sucking on her lower lip. Biting her.

She had no breath. She had no awareness of anything but him, the slide of his body on hers, the taste

of him, the scent of his skin.

He palmed her breast, took the nipple between his

fingers, teased her, pinched her. She cried out as a jolt

of sexual anticipation arrowed to her groin. The sound

she made was primitive, raw.

“Offer them to me, Roxy,” he ordered against her

lips. “Offer me your breasts.”

The words made her hot, wet. She cupped her palms

under her breasts and lifted them, offered them.

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