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. She wanted the moment to go on forever, but a new pulse beat, throbbing to life between her legs told her there was more. She arched her back into Rafe’s caress and allowed him to work his magic on her body. She allowed him to slide her dress off her hips and onto the floor, then stood while he removed her petticoats, stockings and drawers. Oddly, she felt no shame in standing naked before him. She watched as he stood and slowly undressed in front of her, each item baring more velvet covered muscles. His strength was more obvious as he removed his shirt. Maggie’s eyes caressed his chest. Rafe caught the direction of her eyes and, taking her hands in his, put her hands against his chest. ‘It’s okay, darling. You can touch.’ Maggie blushed prettily at the frankness of his words, but immediately threaded her fingers into the mat of hair on his chest. Desire made her forget her timidity. The naked lust in Maggie’s eyes fanned the fire of Rafe’s wanting, and he quickly shed his pants and.
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