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turned over with her so that she was on top of him. He reached for his discarded jeans and pulled out a condom, which he opened with his teeth, then reached around her so that he could put it on.
    â€œI think you’re the only person in my life to ever say such a thing to me. Most people I know curse the day they met me.”
    â€œI don’t believe that.”
    She gasped as he lifted her up and set her down on his hard shaft. Marianne moaned at the feel of him inside her. The tip of his cock tickled her deep, making her entire body throb from the feel of him there.
    Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rode him slow and easy, savoring every lush stroke of his body with hers.
    â€œI can’t believe I just met you,” she said. It felt as if she’d known him much longer.
    Kyle watched her as she milked his body with hers. Her hair fell around her lightly freckled shoulders, which had just a hint of red to them from their exposure to the sun. She was so beautiful there. Like some ancient goddess who had been washed up on the shore to seduce him.
    He took her hand into his and suckled the pads of her fingers. He let the salty taste of her skin whet his appetite for her even more.
    She was unlike any woman he’d ever met. She was cut from the same cloth as the pure, innocent homecoming queens he had dreamed about in his youth. The women he’d passed countless times on public streets and elevators. Decent women who knew nothing about espionage or lies. Deceit.
    She was the kind of woman who would turn in the wallet that contained a thousand dollars without stealing a single bill.
    His head reeled as she quickened her strokes. He reached up for her and pulled her lips to his so that he could feel closer to her.
    Let some of her decency creep inside him.
    He wanted to crawl inside her body. To find a safe, warm spot where such a thing as goodness lived.
    Maybe if he stayed with her just a little longer some of her decency would rub off on him.
    She came calling out his name.
    Kyle didn’t move as he watched the ecstasy on her face. When the last tremor had shuddered through her, she collapsed against him.
    He rolled over with her again so that he could take control.
    Marianne held him close, brushing the sand from his back as he slid himself in and out of her, thrusting against her in a demanding rhythm.
    He was incredible. Powerful. Every stroke went through her, exciting her, and when his orgasm came, he cried out, then lay down on top of her.
    She held him there, letting his breath stir her hair as his heart pounded against her breasts.
    She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. “Wow,” she said quietly. “I think I felt the earth move.”
    He chuckled, but didn’t make any move to leave her. “More likely it’s just the waves moving the sand out from under us.”
    She blew him a raspberry. “You’re such a spoilsport.”
    He kissed her lightly on the lips, then pulled her into the surf so that they could bathe in the crystal clear water where little tropical fish swam around their feet.
    It was a perfect, surreal day.
    â€œI feel strangely like Jane in some Tarzan movie.”
    Kyle beat his arms against his chest in imitation of an ape and made a Tarzan cry.
    Before she could draw the breath to laugh at him, he bent at the waist and rushed toward her, lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder.
    Marianne shrieked and laughed at his antics. Until she saw the sight of the pink wounds in his back. She had felt them while they made love, but this was the first time she had really seen them up close in the light of day.
    Her heart thudding, she touched one long, ragged scar that ran just under his shoulder blade. “What is this from?”
    â€œI think that one’s from the razor-wire fence I slid under in Beirut about a year ago. Thank God I had my leather jacket on, or it would have done some serious damage.”
    â€œFrom here, it