“Think about it, Nic. Your back is against a tree, and it’s rough, and it hurts a little, but not enough to push his hard body away, because you secretly like a little pain with your pleasure. It’s winter, and your skin is chilled, but when he kisses you, it’s rough and possessive, and you’re burning up from the inside out, desperate for more. But he doesn’t just undress you. He tears off your clothes like he’s been thinking of nothing but how you’ll feel and how you’ll taste for days.” Holy shit. Has he been reading my books? “And then his hands and mouth are all over you, and you’re wet and
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