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She decided to up the stakes and rocked her hips against him. "I think I'm feeling a little better." His voice was rough. "Good. That's the idea." Ryan pressed her lips to his again and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Brody wasn't willing to be passive; he kissed her jaw, and then moved to her neck. After a moment he stopped, much to her disappointment. "Wait. Why are you wearing this?" Brody reached up and put a finger in her collar and tugged. "This is totally in the way." Ryan laughed. "It's a mock turtleneck, and in case you've forgotten, it's the middle of January. Even you have to admit it's cold out." "Maybe. It's still in the way." "Sorry." She pulled the shirt off. "Better?" He shrugged out of his own shirt. "Much." They both laughed as Brody lay back on the couch and pulled her on top of him. She combed her fingers through his hair as she kissed him again. He tangled his fingers in her hair and deepened the kiss. She jumped when he nipped a path down her neck, and couldn't.

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