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He leveled her with his cocky sht years This tiht treh his veins Oh, to be the thing that cracked his ironclad composure eeter than any chocolate she’d ever tasted

To give hi his forearers, and up his white dress shirt to his wide shoulders She rose to her tiptoes, pressing her ive Heso much more addictive

For a single heartbeat, she owned hirowl ru the hands cupped her bottoainst the wall

Dear Lord, Nash kne to kiss a woue swirled with hers, skilled and masterful, and the unexpected e into sensation Because Nash wasn’t only testosterone and muscle, he was sensual and passionate And when he kissed, he meant it

More, Megan silently begged

She ground herself against his hardened length pressing against the juncture of her thighs Yes, this hat she’d wanted To feel him To need him To have him this close

His low chuckle prickled goose bu time to have you You will not rush me”

She reached for his belt and had his beige slacks open in a second flat “Wanna bet?”

Nash gave his panty-ht about Every goddahtly, urging her toward the bunk beds “Yeah, I’ll take that bet”

Her back met the wooden ladder, and he reached for the thin fabric of her violet-gray bridesan expected him to re the fabric until he had used the dress as a makeshift rope and tied her to the ladder behind her

The heady aht, pooling heat low in her body “Are you co his hands down her arms to settle onto her hips

“Yes”

He brushed his nose against her neck and inhaled deeply, as if he couldn’t get enough of her “Always so tough, Freckles”

Yeah, she had to be tough around hiame He would push a little She would push back hard, never shoeakness

Tonight, she wanted to let go Sure, she could blaht buzz in her body But that would be a lie For this one night, she siainst what her body and heart so desperately wanted