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| were reflected on the inside. The night was so quietthe moon so bright and romantic! |

| And Ashton was looking at her with his wondrous violet eyes, his hand reaching to her face, tracing the outline of her lips. |

| "Sasha, damn it, you're so beautiful," he said huskily. "Do you know how long I have wanted you? How badly?" |

| Sasha's heart skipped a beat as alarm set in. She was battling wild, rapturous feelings that were dangerous under the circumstances. He was too close. She could almost feel his heartbeat, as though the sides of the tent were breathing in and out with it. She could smell the manly scent of him. |

| And the way his finger was tracing her lipsoh, how it was causing her to become weak all over, as though she just might collapse at any moment and be consumed by him! |

| "Please don't," she finally managed to say. She shoved his hand away from her face, but sucked in a quavering breath when this same hand suddenly reached inside her shirt and cupped a breast. Never had she felt anything so deliriously wonderful! |

| "I did not bring you here to seduce you," Ashton whispered, his loins on fire with need of her. His hand enveloped her breast, the softness against his flesh like nothing he had ever before felt. His head was spinning with passiona passion that had plagued him for too long. |

| "The clothes," he quickly added. "I must get you . . . the clothes." |

| When Ashton pinched the nipple of her breast between his thumb and forefinger, Sasha closed her |

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