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"Cad," I barely breathed, a mixture of annoyance and arousal warring inside. Chris leaned down and captured one straining nipple in his mouth-evidence of which side was winning.
Then they moved up, enveloping my upper body in his wet crisscrossed hug while his fingers stroked my hair.
It stopped a second later. When there wasn't a ding that the caller had left a voicemail, Chris laid his free arm across my chest under my breasts and rested his chin on his forearm, his dark eyes on mine.
On his next pass down, he used his fingertips. Then just two fingers.
You will be my maid of honor, won't you?" Had my roommate always been so self-centered.
"One of the booths at the event had talked about anthropology.
There was a jerk on my hair again. "Open your eyes, Holly.
Blotchy skin, hair that looked like I'd been sleeping in a bush not on my bed, and my nose was so red, I was surprised it wasn't signaling Santa.