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Rising Heat
She blew a long breath and steadied her shoulders as she slid the garment down. Letting the skirts pool around her ankles on the forest floor.
As naked as God made her.
And she was breathtakingly beautiful. In all his rush before, he’d not taken the time to appreciate her beauty.
Not like I used to.
He’d been too angry. And hadn’t really had the chance in all his haste to be inside her.
He leaned onto his elbows to crook a finger at her. Knowing that his silvery white hair was shining in the dark. His icy blue gaze would look grayer and he was sure the intensity he was feeling was written over his face. Lips tight as he willed himself to be patient.
She stepped from her skirt and walked hesitantly to him. Meeting his gaze nervously, as she lowered over his lap.
She studied him a moment and knew enough of that expression on his face, to know what to do next.
He leaned up and she docilely caught the bott
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