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in that heated kiss, reveling in the strength of his against them, opening to allow his tongue to slide inside her mouth to tangle with hers. |
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"No," she tried to say, but it came out as a groan filled with so much passion that it startled her. She heard a moan in response as Thorn drew closer still. |
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Every nerve ending that he touched thrilled at the contact. Her back arched as he stroked it, causing her breasts to thrust against him. Her nipples hardened at the impact, and she felt herself growing weak, losing rationality to sensation. He grasped her buttocks, and she pressed forward until stopped by the strength of his body. She felt a hardness that left no doubt that he was as aroused as she. |
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"Here," he whispered. She found herself floating across the floor. No, she wasn't moving any longer. She was lying on a hard mattress. On a bed. Thorn's bed. |
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This was getting beyond control. She should leave. |
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But she felt his hands at the buttons on the back of her dress. He pulled the material from her shoulders, revealing the chemise beneath. And then it was gone, too. Soon, so was the rest. |
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She was there, naked, with Thorn. This wasn't right. She wasn't to get involved. He was undependable. He was . . . "Oooh," she heard herself gasp against his mouth as his hands closed over her bare breasts, cupping them, kneading them gently. His rough palms stroked her nipples until they ached, and then he drew his mouth from hers. She began to protest until she felt his lips on one sensitive nub, then the other, tugging them gently till she nearly sobbed at the sweet torture. The soft cleansing by his tongue left her breasts moist and yearning for more. "Please," she whimpered. Her hands had not been at rest, but she could not feel all of him. He was still clothed, and she protested the unfairness by tugging at the hem of his shirt. |
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He pulled away, but only for as long as it took to strip off his clothing. She opened her eyes to look at him in the faint, flickering light of the cabin and nearly cried aloud at the beauty of his body. She had already seen, as he'd worked, the breadth of his shoulders, the thick muscles of his arms |
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