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"Armie"

"Let me look, okay?" Far too intently, he exa her hair forward as he trailed his rough fingertips over her shoulders and down her spine, then lifting her hair back again as he gently cuddled each breast and circled both nipples, before going to his knees

Finding a few smaller bruises and another scrape, he kissed each and every one, fanning her desire and ettable

"You have the cutest ass," he teased, nibbling on one of her cheeks

Merissa held her breath

His hand reached around in front of her first, touching between her legs and surely finding her ready He growled, then shifted around so he knelt before her

She tunneled her fingers into his cool hair "Arered over her hip "Mmm?"

"I need my shower now--and then I need you"

He looked up at her, his dark eyes full of heat "I need to feed you"

"I’ve lost s she’d ever seen He kissed his way up her body, asp a few tihtly kissed her lips, then lifted her again

"I can walk, you know"

"Yeah, I do know" He carried her into the bathroom and slowly lowered her back to her feet After he started the shower and set out a feels for her, he said, "Do whatever you need to do while I fix us some food You can ice your ankle while we eat"

"What about sex?"

He bunched his hands in her hair, kissed her again and whispered, "As long as we’re together, I pro on her feet when he walked out Getting enough air into her lungs wasn’t easy The thought of dinner didn’t appeal

But being pampered by Armie--now that was an experience she didn’t want to miss

WITH HIS CELL PHONE held between his shoulder and ear, Armie turned the chicken in the cast-iron skillet "No, it’s not like that No, not personal at all I’m just out of co Sure, when things work out I’ll give you a call But until thenright Glad you understand Thanks"

"When things work out?"

Armie set aside the phone and turned to see Rissy in the doorway She had her hair tied up and wound around in a sloppy bun or so to her dareat barefoot, wearing only one of his shirts that said: I a, ‘Don’t call aze repeatedly went over her body "You know, since the texts offend you"

"Uh-huh" She ran a hand over the shirt, from upper chest to waist "You don’t lazed over there a little, seeing her hand coast over her breast The shirt looked better on her than it ever had on hie of lust, he turned off the chicken and pulled out a chair for her "C’ait as she tried not to lihter, you know"

"Is that supposed to ?" As she sat, she held the shirt down