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| reserves, all of her denials, melted away. She curled her arms around his neck and kissed him with longing too long denied, sighing from the pleasurable sensations that were claiming her. |

| Sasha moaned and became pliant in Ashton's arms as one of his hands moved down to curve over her breast, then lower where she ached so strangely between the thighs. When he began stroking her, her entire body seemed to be throbbing with an unbearable sweetness. |

| She needed to touch him all over. She drew her lips from his and looked up at him with drugged passion as she began smoothing his shirt up over his chest. |

| "The water is much more effective if you remove your clothes," she said, not recognizing her voice in its huskiness. |

| "For what? Ridding the body of fleas? Or giving my woman more access to it?" Ashton teased, unfastening the buttons of his breeches with his free hand and lowering his breeches down away from him. He lifted them from the water and tossed them ashore along with his shirt that Sasha had already thrown there. The fire was raging within him as his fingers traveled hotly down her body, caressing and arousing. |

| He then jerked her next to him. Their bodies strained together hungrily. "I love you, Sasha," he whispered. He ran his tongue slowly over the perfect contours of her face. "Tell me that you love me." He framed her face between his hands and gazed down at her with passion-filled eyes as she inched away from him. "Tell me, Sasha. Tell me." |

| Sasha stared at him questioningly for a moment, |

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