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My breath hitched with his possessive words. No one had ever spoken to me the way Ian was. No one had ever made me feel the way he did. It was no wonder he had so many notches on his bedpost. He was a wizard in bed, and he hadn’t even gotten me completely n***d yet.
I shook my head. “I don’t have any plans.”
He smirked. “Good.”
He stretched out next to me and ran his finger over my lips. A gentle touch that was barely there, just enough pressure for me to feel a breath. His fingertip slid down my neck and over the swells of my breasts, dipping in between. He went lower, circling my belly button and teasing the edge of my panties, before returning to my lips.
“I love your lips, Blake. The way you pout when you don’t get your way, and the way you smile when you’re happy. Kissing you
