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"Amy..."
My breath catches in my throat as her hand rests on my chest, a warm flush spreading across my skin.
"Your heart is beating fast." She innocently bites her lips, and my frantic yearning to consume her courses through me like wildfire. "Just like mine. You want to feel it?"
I don't have an answer; I can barely think logically.
She takes my hand, guiding it beneath her shirt, slowly up her stomach. Her lips parted as she stared at me with lust in her silent eyes that spoke crazy things to my brain until she placed my hand there, not to her chest, though.
My heartbeat quickens, resonating with the pulsating rhythm against my palm – the weight of her breast in my hand over the fabric of her bra. My breath catches, a subtle gasp escaping me as the unexpected contact spark
