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" I'd no sooner obeyed when he picked up the rhythm. He released his grip on my hair and both hands moved to hold my right hip, to pull himself into me.
We can try to salvage it tomorrow.
Aching for more despite my determination to stay pissed off. "Professor Bradley taught oceanography my freshman year," he said, shifting his weight to his knees but keeping my legs trapped.
" Sighing softly, I smoothed my hand over his chest.
I thought I was dreaming again, just like last year. That had turned out to be real.
The rocking became more pronounced.
When I arched to him, he pulled back. Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath.