She wanted him. Oh, how she wanted him. Memories of making love with Ben were slamming against her mind with images so vivid, so real, she could feel his lips on hers, taste him, inhale his special masculine aroma. Her hair was swept free of the braid and caressing them and… Oh, God, the heat that was pulsing so low in her body was… And her breasts ached for Ben’s soothing touch, his hands, his mouth, his…
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