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... into talking to him, one way or the other, but nothing was working.
His body was reacting to her in the most unsettling way. His fingers itched to touch her, stroke her hair, and play with those silky strands. He was dying to caress those cheeks. His primitive hunger was crushing him inside and churning emotions that were making his blood flow to the place between his legs. He was becoming uncomfortable by the second. Gazing at her made him crazy; what would happen if he touched her? All ...
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