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11 Dasia My focus dropped to his lips, speeding up my heart rate. I jerked my head back to face the fire as the familiar want and aversion swirled together in my brain. Tainted. Stained. The usual negatives whispered through my head. “Do I make you nervous?” he asked, his voice low while leaning just a little closer so our knees brushed. “A-a little.” God, I did not know how to talk to real men. “In a good way or bad way?” I shrugged, heat creeping up my neck. “You’re a tease.” “And given the chance, I’d aim to please.” Oh... My throat didn’t want to cooperate when I tried to swallow. “How?” I heard myself whisper, a rush of heat sweeping over me. Devi let out a low groan and shifted. “Touching you. Tasting you,” he quietly repeated what he’d texted me earlier in the week. My bo