![]() She reached down and snagged his jeans off the floor, got out his wallet and gave it to him. ![]() She frowned, then seemed to realize what he was asking for. He needed to do one thing, though, first. He was sure of it, could see it, could feel it. She grasped his briefs and tugged them down and he lifted his hips to make it easier for her.Īnd then he was free, the cool morning air touching his heated flesh as it ached for her to touch him, to stroke him again, to let him into the warmth of her body. He saw her bite her lip as he teased her, opened her. His ringers sought her warmth, her moisture. "Mag-gie!" Her name was a hoarse exhalation of breath, strangling him. He'd felt it in his mind a thousand times before-and a thousand times he'd never come close to imagining the reality of her hand on him. One simple touch and he almost lost control. Then coming back to straddle him again, she slid her own fingers down his chest to feather across his abdomen, to slip beneath the confines of his briefs. Maggie moved to accommodate him, to let him draw the panties down her legs, wriggling free of them. His fingers gripped the lace and drew it down. The tips touched the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. ![]() The back of them brushed lightly against the smooth, warm skin of her belly. He slipped his fingers beneath the elastic. ![]()
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