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| wishes. Slowly, almost meditatingly, she unbuttoned his shirt. When she drew it aside to slip it down from his shoulders, she inhaled a nervous breath. Nestled within a thick crop of golden-red hair were two dark, tight nipples. |

| Remembering how wonderful it had felt when he had sucked one of her nipples between his teeth, she wrapped her arms around him and drew him down over her. As though practiced, she flicked a tongue across one of his nipples, then nipped it with her teeth, drawing a sensual groan from deep within Ashton. |

| Smiling seductively up at him, strangely not bashful in her nudity with a man for the first time, she smoothed his shirt on away from him, then ran her fingers down the flat plane of his stomach until she reached the buttons of his breeches. |

| Her heart thundered inside her, echoing in her ears like massive drumbeats, as she unfastened one button, then anotherand another. |

| Her pulse raced as she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of the breeches and began urging them over his slim, tight hips. |

| The campfire's glow lit up the tent enough to reveal Ashton's manly strength as it jutted out from a thick crop of reddish hair at the juncture of his thighs. Sasha was almost spellbound by the sight. His manhood was distended and tight, and when she accidentally brushed her hand against it as she attempted to finish disrobing him, it jumped as though it had life in itself. |

| Ashton stiffened, the mere touch of her driving him wild. Unable to bear much more of this waiting, |

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