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and salted crackers. She even saw an opened pack of Gauloise’s and smiled. She was suddenly very hungry and knew that this man, the man she had been forcing herself to wait for, was also just as famished.
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    eronique tried her best not to stare like a Vcommon street whore as he emerged from the water, but she just couldn’t help herself. He had her so flustered she had to meet his gaze or she knew she would lose him somehow. He rose out of the river and she held her breath and pretended to uncork the wine. He emerged, ran his hands through his shoulder-length hair, then down across his chest to wick away the river water. He was nut-brown from sunny days in the
    countryside.
    Veronique immediately thought of
    Michelangelo’s incredible sculptures. Chiseled chest spread out high and strong accented with firm, rounded shoulders. Taught pectoral muscles formed a deep crevice of curved muscle running down to his rippled abdomen—all framed by
    strong, flaring hipbones. He had just enough hair that the river’s wetness clung to his form like she imagined he would be if he was sweating and growling and yes, grinding.
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    quickly as he brushed the water from his thighs.
    Veronique gasped as he casually pulled a fist over the full length of his cock acting like he was drying him off, too. She giggled and smiled as she watched, mesmerized at his boldness. He grinned at her and stared deeply into her eyes. She forced herself to drop her gaze from his swelling girth down to the river’s edge, then found her eyes dancing quickly back up to his as he spoke.
    “So, Ms. Champnaey, you did not mention
    what the hell is going on with you and my
    brother.”
    She covered herself somewhat with his picnic blanket and, in a firm voice she didn’t know she had, said, “Don’t mention Leone again.”
    “I hear you, Princess,” he said, this time
    sounding very sincere and understanding. He confidently plopped himself down beside her on the blanket’s only vacant edge. Before she could ask him the first place he wanted to travel he thrust his hand behind her neck, grabbed the back of her wet head and buried his mouth on hers fast enough to take her breath away.
    Ahndray kissed her, then kissed her longer and deeper with more intensity than any man had ever kissed her before. He began softly, their lips forming a perfect connection with ideal pressure and wonderful wetness. Then he pressed harder, as if he was very, very hungry. He sucked on her lips, he nibbled on her tongue, he tasted the inside 35

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    of her lips and ran his tongue across her teeth. She felt like she was being explored and it was delightful to be the object of so much intensity and curiosity. It was as if he was almost on the edge of eating her entirely.
    Just when she was sure they were finished, he would pull her closer and press into her mouth harder, as if he was simply going to devour her entirely. It was the strangest and most passionate and real kiss she had ever felt. With her eyes closed tightly, Veronique suddenly felt as if they were dancing and now she did not want him to stop. His mouth and lips had her swirling,
    swaying back and forth as he ran his tongue lightly all around her mouth. She pictured herself spun around, her arms above her head, twirling forever for him. All in a kiss.
    Veronique held on to him for fear of her knees buckling. Countless minutes passed before he released her gently and pulled his face away from hers. “Finally!” she exclaimed as she caught her breath. “A man who can kiss!” She was spinning and a bit dizzy, but he tasted delicious and she could tell in one kiss every layer she had around her heart for protection, would soon be stripped away if she wasn’t careful.
    She steadied herself, looked into his eyes and grinned. She met his mouth with the verve and gush of a champagne bottle exploding and she felt like