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while the other hand found its way to the back of her head, where he tangled his fingers in her hair and the kiss deepened. It was a kiss, for God’s sake, not an earth-changing experience, but the air around them became so thin that she was slightly dizzy. Her arms snaked up around his neck and she rolled up on her toes. Then his tongue found hers and it turned into something a hell of a lot more than a simple kiss. She had a split second to make the decision to step back or not. She chose to press even closer to his muscular body, feeling the evidence behind his zipper that said he was as turned on as she was.
    One of his hands was suddenly under her shirt and against the bare skin on her back. Common sense screamed at her to end the kiss and talk dinner. He cupped her bottom with his hands and with a short hop, her legs went around his waist. Without stopping the string of scorching kisses, he carried her to the sofa and sat down with her in his lap.
    The pearl snaps on his shirt made a long series of noises when she pulled the top one with enough force to undo them all the way to his belt buckle. One of her hands inched its way inside his shirt, feeling just the right amount of chest hair and muscles on the way around to his back. His hand made its way from her back to cup a breast. Skin against skin and she didn’t even remember him unfastening her bra. She felt as if they could light candles off the places where he’d touched her skin. His tongue continued to make love to her mouth as his other hand massaged her back in gentle circles, each one creating another ripple of desire.
    “Your skin is like warm water on a cold day,” he said.
    “And yours is like fire.” She laughed.
    He unbuttoned her shirt a little at a time until he could slide it off her shoulders. Kissing each piece of bare skin as he unwrapped her body like a Christmas present, he maneuvered her backward until she was stretched out on the sofa with him on top of her.
    In the military they had a code. Red light meant stop right now. Yellow light meant to put the skids on it and take a step backward. Green light meant go right ahead at whatever speed worked best.
    All she could see was a big green light when she reached to tug the rest of his shirt from his jeans.
    “Abby, darlin’, if you are going to say stop, do it now, please.”
    “Cooper, darlin’, I’m not going to say stop,” she whispered softly in his ear.
    “Dear Lord,” he rasped hoarsely.
    “It’s damn sure not a time to pray,” she said as she undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans.
    He jumped up off the sofa and said, “Boots.”
    She nodded and two pair of boots landed somewhere over beside the door in a pile. In seconds their jeans and underwear joined the boots. She did notice that her bra hung on the door handle and was damn glad that all three dogs were outside. One of them might think it was a new toy.
    “I want to play, but it’s been a long time,” he drawled.
    “This doesn’t have to be our only playdate.” She wrapped her legs around him and arched her back until her breasts brushed against that luscious hair on his chest.
    She gasped when he filled her and started a steady rhythm.
    “Did I hurt you?”
    “No.” She rocked with him, matching every stroke with her hips, his kisses on her lips, eyelids, and forehead driving her insane. She locked her legs tightly around him, dug her nails into his back, and tried to melt her whole body into his in that instant.
    He brought her to the edge of the most intense climax she’d ever known and then they tumbled over the side together.
    “Oh, my God,” he whispered in a rasp.
    He tried to roll to one side but that only sent both of them tumbling to the floor. His strong arms held her tight as she landed right on top of him.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    She tried to say something, but there wasn’t enough air in her lungs for anything other than panting so she just nodded.
    He pulled a throw from the sofa