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“I already burn,” she admitted with slumberous sensuality

“I’ll hter,” he pro to her lips, he allowed his own to whisper over the soft curve of her breast revealed by the slipped button

Her breath caught He could s, spilling the soft liquid of her arousal And he wanted to taste it Wanted to bury his tongue so deep between her thighs that he would always be a part of her

“Dash” Her sigh was thick with pleasure as his thumb reached up and rasped over her hard little nipple

It was killing him to touch her like this To maintain a façade of decency when all he wanted to do was strip her and pound so hard and fast inside her gripping cunt that denying the need was agony

“I have to stop this,” he groaned, allowing his tongue to rake over her fragrant flesh “Now, Elizabeth, or I’ll embarrass both of us”

He would do worse than that He would be fucking her on his host’s couch within et the hell away frouy, but Dash didn’t think he would appreciate co their way to oblivion on his couch

He raised his head, seeing the hard flush of desire on her cheeks, her knowledge of where they were and who could walk in at any htly as he settled back and watched her She pushed herself up until she was sitting on the couch, her tre with the button of her shirt

“Let me” He brushed her hands aside and coain covering the perfection of the delicate curves

“Dash” He could hear it in her voice Kneas co A carefully constructed excuse A denial of what he kneould happen

“Don’t” He laid his finger against her lips “It’s going to happen, Elizabeth You know it and I know it Don’t ht, when I have the privacy and the ti happen Don’t think it won’t”

Her eyes widened Her little pink tongue peeked out to moisten her rose-tinted lips The lowfurther

“Hey, Dash” Mike forestalled anything she would have said as he walked in from the hallway

He paused, staring back at they “Sorry I was going to get lunch as soon as I could drag Serena back into the house Hungry?”

Oh, he was hungry all right, Dash thought He glanced at Elizabeth, seeing her chagrin