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Hi, so she just went by instinct, turned to the bed and cliht she heard a little groan, like a curse She lay down slowly and then turned over

He was there, on the edge of the bed, his eyes dark "What would you like now, ain She’d discovered that if her hands were over her head her breasts looked bigger

He crawled toward her and she couldn’t take her eyes fro over hers and she was tre so hard she was afraid he would see so she put on her French smile and said, "Monsieur?" Which happened to be the only word she could think of

"Poppy," he said, and then his ift They’d kissed hundreds of tier kisses, but never like this Never when her desire met his, when his mouth tasted like the sweetest nectar Never when she--not he!--pulled hiainst her body

"Do you want the candles snuffed?" he whispered into her neck

Poppy wasn’t listening She’d discovered that even running her fingers over thein her blood

"The candles?"

"Hush," she whispered And then: "Kiss asp: "Harder!"

There were so hter was part of it all, the way Fletch laughed when he was kissing the sweet slope of her breast and she thought he ht make better use of his time

"You toldher breath And then with a little moan, "Oh--"

Fear was part of it, too Because Fletch was laughing and panting and afraid, all at once Afraid it was so, because the reality of it was so much better than all those dreams he’d had She twisted under his hands and sobbed a little, and even screamed, but she was so Poppy at the saot and started her own explorations And when he tried to push her back into place so that he could minister to her, and drive her ot fierce and before he knew it, he found hi her best to drive every logical thought out of his body

"Iof her soft lips kissing hi hiht, he lost his mind for a while), until finally he flipped her over and didn’t entertain any more objections Just feasted hi the way she squealed when he used his teeth, just a little bit, the way she tasted when he kissed his way down her body

Until neither one of the for his possession, and fire was raging in his legs--and yet he was afraid, afraid it wouldn’t be right, she wouldn’t like it--

Afraid--

She pulled him down onto her curvy velvet little body and said in her fiercest tone, "Fletch, if you don’t ainst him and seemed to lose track of her threat

And just like that, he forgot his idiotic worries By soht back It was their first ti her

She started scolding hiain, his sweet little shreife, and so he finally took her face in his and kissed her while he sank into her…the first time, the best time, the only time

Poppy looked up at hi to her eyes French seductresses didn’t cry while they werelove She knew that She sniffed and tried to think French thoughts, but then her own Fletch kissed the tears away and drove into her again and then she stopped worrying about tears and Gallic attitudes It was all she could do to catch the rhythm and join the dance

At first it felt like soa, deep and strong and steady, and she isting under hiet that pressure, the pressure she wanted--

When suddenly she realized that she was doing it again She was letting hi to the table A little arch in her back and a surge back at him and, oh God, the pressure was there, it was delicious, it was building He made a low sound in his throat and his head fell back