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SAWYER kissed her. Not just because he wanted to, but because he felt compelled to. Because somewhere deep down in his soul, he absolutely had to.
That strange déjà vu feeling was back. Riding him hard as he reached underneath the hem of her nightshirt and wrenched the sensible cotton panties right off of her. Then he found the tight button between her legs with his thumb. “Get wet for me, baby,” he said against her lips. “I need inside of you.”
Her moan was the best answer she could have given him. But then she said, “Sawyer, we shouldn’t…”
Fuck that. She wanted him, too. He could feel her hot nub swelling against his thumb, and when he pushed two fingers into her tunnel, her s*x squeezed them tight, hot and wet, juices already coming down. For him. For this.
He kissed her some mo
