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One of his hands kept her tight against him, while the other slid low to

curl over her fabulous backside

“La Perla?” he said when he felt the lace beneath his fingers “Autue?”

Kirsty giggled

“If I couldn’t feel the evidence, Lake Benson, that statement would seriously make me question your love of women”

She wrapped her arms around his neck

“Don’t screw this up,” she said, deadly serious

“I won’t”

She nodded and kissed hiroaned deep in his chest His hands curved under her rear as he lifted her and lowered her onto the bed Kirsty wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down on top of her

Kirsty felt schizophrenic There was one Kirsty anted to pour herself into Lake, feel everything there was to feel and never let go Then there was the other Kirsty anted to put on her most matronly clothes and hide away from Lake, in fact all men, forever With each kiss, with each touch, the two Kirstys battled it out inside of her until she felt like she was losing her mind

“I want to do this, I do,” she said

“Good to know”

He propped hiht side of her body The scarred side His right hand trailed down the left of her body, over unbroken skin His caress was part exploration, part tease Kirsty found herself breathless and arching up into his touch He leaned forward and kissed his way down her neck to her shoulder, over her collarbone to her breast His hand roan

“Definitely La Perla,” he said “I’d know that taste anywhere”

Her giggle turned to a gasp as he sucked her through the lace