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... hips rose, grinding against him, and a quiet, needy sound escaped her.
Everly’s hand curled around the back of his neck, her lips at his throat, her teeth grazing the skin.
He couldn’t hold off any longer.
And he didn’t want to.
He reached between them, his palm cupping her, his fingers dipping in, feeling how wet she was.
His eyes stayed open, locked on hers, watching her pupils dilate, her lips part, her breath catch.
And then he leaned forward ...
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