He shifted, his rough calloused fingers scraped my skin as he pushed my shirt up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I moved to stop him but he had already stopped when the fabric reached my ribs. With his eyes closed, he rubbed his beard over my sensitive skin. I caught my breath as my heart jumped and my body gave a hard deep throb. He stopped moving, his cheek still resting against my belly. His warm breath danced across my skin raising goosebumps. “Thanks, Baby,” he whispered, half asleep. I ran my fingers through his hair and over his shoulders. “For what?” “Making it quiet,” he mumbled as he fell
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