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Salvation

“You okay?” she asked, tilting her head All that hair, silver in the ht, fell over her shoulder, and he couldn’t have walked away from her if he was on fire There was simply no way

“You’re a goddess,” he said Her answering sent, doubtful, and he knew that she didn’t believe him Didn’t see all of her own beauty

“And you’re very far away” She smiled “Come back to bed”

He crawled over her body, pressing kisses to her knees, blowing air into the da her belly button

“You don’t believethe hair from her face

“About what?” she panted, arching herself against the leg he pressed between hers He pushed harder against her and she groaned, grinding herself against him

“That you’re a goddess”

“I have nice hair,” she conceded

Laughter gushed out of hi Every inch of you”

“Matt” She shook her head Her modesty doubled his lust She didn’t know She had no idea

I’ to have to show her

His blood pounded and his ht

Retracing his steps, he trailed his tongue along those stunning collarbones, kissed his way across her breasts Found every rib with his lips

A kiss on her belly button and he slid down, easing open her thighs

“Matt,” she sighed, pushing her fingers into his hair, scratching and petting him as he made his way to her secret heart and settled in to make love to the damp, hot mystery that was Savannah O’Neill

SAVANNAH CALLED IN SICK the next day for the first tiotten the chicken pox when she was a year old