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“You’d be okay if I went a little lower?” Striker whispered
Оглавление“Sure,” Erin replied. Yes. Anything. Just don’t stop.
He eased the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. “Stay on your stomach.”
She nodded.
As he inched her dress lower, the neckline rasped over her nipples and she sucked in a quick breath.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Fine,” she replied.
Her skin had turned supersensitive, and she had a crystal-clear vision of Striker’s rough hands on her breasts.
He went back to the sore spot between her shoulder blades, then gradually worked his way down her spine. His fingertips were strong and sure. Her muscles couldn’t decide whether to relax in ecstasy or tighten in arousal.
Erin didn’t know what heaven felt like, but she was sure it had to be close to this.
