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... rm behind clenched teeth. I felt it in the tightening of his fingers at my waist and the tremor in his breath against my mouth.
He wanted me.
But he was still choosing control.
That made it worse.
And better.
My fingers slid from his chest to his midsection, feeling the tension coiled beneath my touch. "You can touch me," I whispered.
His eyes opened. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, low and firm.
"I won’t."
He frowned sli ...
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