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“For the record, I thought that slap was an overreaction”

She stopped touching hiht you were just another rude American”

Ouch Well, that’s what happened when your pickup line got lost in translation “Let’s not talk about that,” he said

“Wise choice” Rachel’s hands started ain

It was agony and ecstasy all in one Each touch sent shock waves through hi him desperate to return the favor

“You’re still using that scent,” she half accused, half purred

Harvard didn’t answer If his deodorant had this effect on her, he planned to use it until he died He made a mental note to stock up, just in case it was discontinued

Slipping her arms around his shoulders, she stepped into hi his mouth water Damn, he wished she was naked That they both were He wished he could feel the slide of her cool skin against his war them as they caressed each other

Go slow Don’t rush it Let her co he’d ever had to do

Rachel’s face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, breathing hiainst hiht on her hips She was killing him

A groan escaped when he felt her tongue on his skin Tiny kisses trailed up to his ear before she tugged the earlobe between her teeth

“Let me off the leash, Rachel” If he sounded desperate, then it was only the truth

She shook her head, her hair rubbing against his skin The tip of her tongue teased his ear Her breath was loud, echoing through his whole body He heard the desperate rhythainst him

“I need to touch you” Hell, he’d beg if he had to He was that desperate

“Not yet” Her voice was a dark, needy purr as she h between them