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RACHEL
Seth was asleep behind me. I knew this because I shifted ever so slightly and he didn't move. He had one arm over my waist with the large hand cupping my breast. He wouldn't keep his hand motionless in such a place if he were awake. I lay there, securely surrounded by him, his warm body like a cast iron stove, emitting heat that I knew could keep me warm on a cold Montana night. The hairs on his chest tickled my back. I felt petite beside him, his impressive size offered me the sense of security. The way he took control, held me captive while he took me gave me the sense of absolute possession. I reveled in it.
In the matter of hours, I'd gone from alone to wedded and bedded. Seth had learned I had a passionate nature, he'd prodded the words from me when we'd stood near the sa
