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I ran my hands through his hair, which was now damp with sweat.
I was sweaty too.
“It was really good.” I tilted my head so I could kiss him.
He tugged on my bottom lip, making me giggle from the sensation.
“Great, and that was just the warm-up.”
My eyes widened and my breath caught somewhere between my heart and my sternum. “The warm-up?”
“Yes, baby. You want the rebel in me, don’t you?” A sinful smile danced on his lips and caused the nest of butterflies in my stomach to take flight.
If that was the warm-up and I feel like this, what the hell will the actual thing feel like?I didn’t care. I wanted whatever he wanted to give me.
“I do.” I nodded.
