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“You have, the weirdest, idea, of what, is restful.”
“We. Can’t. Leave. For.” Kee gasped out as she rocked her hips on top of him in a way she’d found to make him completely insane. Long, deep motion that almost dragged him free of her each time before she drove him back inside her like a velvet punch. “Six. Hours. This. Best.”
He slid his hands up the outside of her T-shirt, catching her n*****s tight between his fingers. Again, with that perfect judgment of his, he found the pressure to drive her into heaven, not pain.
“Maybe. Sleep.” His voice as fractured as hers.
“Lat, er.” She gasped out. She hoped they weren’t making the parked helicopter rock too much. It was seven hours until sunset. And—She groaned as Archie pounded up into her with that long, hard release of his. His who
