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I was so easy. One back rub and I was his. My susceptibility to him was the reason I'd been avoiding him. Somehow, lying on my face with his hands on my back, it didn't seem like a good enough reason.
He didn't smell of burnt oil, but of forest, wolf, and that exotic scent that belonged only to him. His hands slipped under my tee and spread wide over my lower back then feathered over my bra strap. I could have told him that sport bras didn't have clasps, but then I'd have to take an active part in my own seduction. I wanted him to be the aggressor--a small part of me, the very small part of me that wasn't turning to jelly under his hands, wondered why.
I didn't want to delegate responsibility, I decided lazily. I was more than willing to accept responsibility for my own actions--and allowing him to slide his warm, calloused hands into my hair was certainly an action on my part. I loved a man's hands in my hair, I decided. I loved Adam's hands.
He bit the nape of my neck and I moaned.
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