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to slide her zipper to her waist； then pulled her dress down； easing her
arms from their sleeves。 Bare to the waist； she needed his touch； but
his eyes caressed her first。 Her breasts swelled； begging to be cupped
and held。
〃They're not the same；〃 she whispered falteringly。 〃I was much younger
then。〃
A sound came from deep in his throat。 It gave credence to his words。
〃Maybe younger then； but better now。〃 His eyes said it was true。 With
trembling hands； he palmed her breasts with such soft； gentle motion
that she nearly cried out again。
Patience slipped slowly away。 When she thought she'd seen the last of
it； Ross drew her to him； crushing her breasts against his chest in a
move that stole her breath。
He made another deep sound； this one very male； very satisfied。 His
hands moved over her back； covering every inch of its smooth surface；
and Chloe followed his lead。 Eyes closed； she savored the feel of him；
letting her palms play on his back； then drawing away to glory in his
chest。 His nipples were as flat and hard as hers were raised and
swollen。 His neck was as strong as hers was slender。 His skin was as
tanned as hers was creamy。 Their bodies were so different； but the light
in his eyes matched that in hers。 She saw desire there。 It was hot and
heavy。
Chloe could barely breathe； much less speak。 She was as aroused as she
had ever been； and more with each touch of his fingers or tongue。 The
beat of her heart skipped rapidly on； driving heated blood through her
veins。 She was free。 She was alive。 She wanted to belong to Ross then
more than anything in the world。
Sensing her
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