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| and her heart was beating so profoundly, she felt as though it might consume her. |

| With no conscious thought for the other men lying aroundsome in small tents, others sleeping beneath the starsSasha melted into Ashton's embrace as he wrapped his arms around her, his mouth lowering to her lips. His tongue brushed her lips lightly, teasing her. His hands were slipping up her shirt. |

| Everything within Sasha turned to sweetness when Ashton's large, warm hands cupped her breasts. She twined her fingers through his hair and drew his lips more fully into hers, kissing him with a wild abandon. |

| With yearning, their bodies strained together. Sasha sighed when Ashton gyrated himself against her, and she felt his hard readiness pressing into her abdomen through their layers of clothing. |

| Someone snoring from close by brought Sasha to her senses. Dizzy with rapture but feeling that she should have more control, she eased away from Ashton. "We can't," she whispered, looking up into his burning eyes. She glanced around again at the sleeping men. "What if they should see . . .?" |

| Ashton's response was to sweep her up into his arms and carry her toward a small tent. When they reached it, he set her on her feet and motioned to the tent with a silent sweep of the hand. |

| Understanding his bidding, Sasha fell to her knees and crawled inside the small shelter of canvas, Ashton crawling behind her. When they were both inside, Sasha turned and faced Ashton, then drifted toward him, her heart pounding. |

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