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palms over her nipples, and her eyes glossed over.
    He nodded toward her sleep-shorts. “Those too.”
    One quick shove, and he watched the shorts drop to her feet. God damn. Her toes were adorable. Perfectly formed, toenails painted a dark red. Shapely calves, smooth as silk thighs, and then that pussy.
    “Fuck.” His heartbeat pounded in his ears. It had been only a few hours since he’d been inside her and his entire body was screaming to get back. “Spread your legs for me.”
    She did, taking two steps until her feet were up against the insides of his. Marc released one breast to open her up. Christ, she was wet. He hadn’t even kissed her yet and already she was slick with a thick creamy lube coating her lips. He trailed one finger through her, gathering a drop onto the tip of his finger. He brought it to his mouth, and when he licked it clean, she whimpered. Her need for him made his balls ache.
    “You taste damn good, Marienna.”
    With another feminine moan, she reached over his shoulders, gathering his T-shirt in her hands. A quick flick and the offending garment was over his head. He pulled his arms free and tossed it aside. He didn’t like having his hands off of her for even that split second. He wanted everything this woman had to give, every secret her curvy body held, every scent, every taste. He focused on her breasts. He’d start right there.
    He suckled Marienna’s nipple into his mouth, drawing it as deep as he could without hurting her, but then she leaned closer. She was as hungry for him as he was for her, and it drove him crazy.
    “Marc, that’s good…so good,” she panted against his hair.
    “Mm hmm,” he agreed. He slid his hands around her back, and pulled her closer. Marc brought one hand back to unbuckle his belt. It seemed to take him longer than usual. He could shoot a target dead center ninety times out of a hundred, but right now he was shaking like a man palsied. Finally, he released his cock from its confines, and he grunted in relief. It throbbed and waved in the air between them. Almost as if it was pulled by an unseen force toward her.
    “I’m glad you came back.” Her voice was husky and low.
    “I wouldn’t miss dessert.” He released one nipple to latch on to the other. He slid both hands under her ass, separating her cheeks, exposing her heat to the air.
    “I want your ass.” He blurted, then cursed. One sure way to send her running. Damn it, Marc. “Someday.”
    “I’ve never…”
    “It’s okay. Maybe someday. Tonight, I want this.” The crease of her ass was warm, directing his fingers from behind and into the heat that called to him. “Damn, Marienna, have you been this wet since I left?”
    “No, just since you walked back in.”
    “Fuck.” What a sexy woman. Wet and ready, flushed with desire.
    “Please.”
    “I was going to…ah…tell you where I was…”
    “After.”
    Thank God. He couldn’t form words anyway. The musk of her arousal wafted to his nostrils, filling his head with everything Marienna. He struggled to kick off his boots. When she squatted down to untie them, he had to look up at the ceiling rather than at her body bent over between his knees. She pulled off one boot, then the other, and he swore his prick was about to explode. He’d just shot a man in the arm after a tense standoff, followed by all the damn paperwork, and he was so ready to lose himself inside her.
    She tugged on the cuffs of his pants and pulled them off and away. He scrambled out of his boxers, exposing his hot, rigid flesh to the air-conditioning. He wanted her to touch him, but he knew if she did, he’d probably embarrass himself.
    Then she leaned in and kissed the inside of his knee. He fell back, stiff-arming the mattress to keep upright. The plain light fixture in her room started spinning when she dropped cool, moist kisses up the inside of his thigh. Her mouth hovered over his crotch. Holy Mother, she kissed his balls. Her breath stirred his pubes.