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“Stop!” she gasped. “I can’t take it!” She tried to wiggle out of his reach, rolling back and forth until he stopped and quickly pinned her down with his body.
    As she struggled for breath, he smiled. “You fell over.”
    “You pushed me!”
    “This is better anyway.” His tickling had caused her shirt to pull out of her shorts and ride up to her ribcage. His thumb lazily traced back and forth.
    “For what?” she said breathlessly, staring up at him as he possessively hovered over her. His arm muscles were rippling in his shirt, and he rested on them, supporting his weight. His hair was in his eyes, and she reached up and flipped it out of the way.
    “For this.” He leaned over and kissed her.
    He tasted like soy sauce, salty and sharp, and she sucked on the tip of his tongue when he pressed it to her lips. He moaned deep in his throat, and Sheri reveled in it. He wanted her. Maybe almost as much as she wanted him.
    His body was sinking down on top of her, and she let her head roll back as he buried his head in her neck. It only took a second to pull his shirt out of his waistband and glide her fingers across his strong back.
    Nice. It was the only word that could enter her foggy brain. Very, very nice.
    His teeth nipping at her breast startled her. With hazy, half-focused eyes, she looked down at Luke’s head bent over her chest, his fingers rapidly undoing the buttons on her shirt while his mouth moved over her, kissing through the fabric.
    The air shivered across her as he flung her shirt open recklessly and stared at her. For too long. She flushed and murmured, “What’s the matter?”
    His face reflected bewilderment. “What is this thing?”
    “Huh?”
    She caught a glimpse of her heavy-duty support bra as she glanced down. It was more like a spandex top, complete with a zipper and mesh side panels. It wasn’t pretty, but it did the job, which was holding back her chest at work. Hiking across the park with bouncing breasts was not high on her list of fun things to do.
    Pushing him back, she sat up with a flush. “It’s my work bra.” Embarrassed but willing to get over it to quiet the gurgling need brewing inside her, she quickly shirked off her top and gripped the sides of the bra. “Close your eyes.” It was too much of a tug-and-pull struggle to do with him watching.
    He gave the bra another suspicious glance then did as she asked. Quickly and with as little grunting and wiggling as possible, she ditched the bra over her shoulder. She wet her lips nervously and leaned back on her arms.
    “Okay.”
    Eyes bugging out of his head was a good thing. His mouth opened and closed again. He stared. He gasped. He moaned. Finally, he leaned forward, murmuring, “Sheri.”
    A warm hand cupped her breast, and she arched farther. “Yes.”
    When his tongue flicked across her nipple, she started to squirm, the ache inside building quickly. Her hands dropped into his hair again, and when she felt herself pulled into his mouth, she yanked ruthlessly on the strands. He didn’t stop. Instead, he lavished appreciation on her breast, sucking in deeply and hard, until she was rocking back and forth, crying out.
    She was burning. A sense of urgency overwhelmed her, and she pushed him back, breaking the contact, wanting more. Wanting everything. He glanced up with eyes the blue of a storm-filled sky. The sight of his wet mouth had her reaching out for his shirt. With a swift yank, she had it over his head and before her was that rock-solid chest that had tormented her dreams and thoughts for the past two days.
    Her greedy hands rushed over it, tracing the tattoo with a finger. The fantasy came back to her, the one involving her tongue and the various lines of his tattoo. She leaned forward and flicked tentatively right at the center. He moaned.
    Good response. Lapping longer, she traced with the tip of her tongue, tasting the salty heat of his bronze skin.
    His breathing came rushing past her ear, ragged and