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his mouth as he set her down on a hard surface, but didn’t open her eyes or separate their lips. This was the most sensual kiss of her life, and she didn’t want it to end.
    Rebecca felt Major’s warm hands against her thighs, jerking her legs open scant seconds before he pulled her to the edge of…whatever it was she was sitting on. The table? The desk? It didn’t matter because he was kissing her with such desperate ferocity.
    Major slid his arms back around her, the soft touch causing her to shiver and press closer to him. He unsnapped her bra and yanked it off. Before Rebecca could blink, a loud rip told her that her panties were about to disappear too.
    Major placed a hand between her breasts and pushed, urging her to lie back. Rebecca complied, finally realizing she was sitting bare-assed on her kitchen table. Well, lying on her kitchen table.
    When the cool wood sent shivers down her spine, Rebecca finally opened her eyes. Major was standing between her thighs, his heated stare slowly traveling up and down her body. She’d never been ashamed to be a plus-sized woman, but this man—this silent, mysterious man—made her wish for a slender, pliable figure that could bend in any way he could fathom.
    “Major.” Rebecca reached for him, stretching her arms until her fingertips touched his chest. Major’s gaze flew to her face, the harsh lines of his face softer than they had been before.
    “You are the sexiest woman I think I’ve ever seen.”
    Rebecca blushed at his praise, and made a conscious decision to believe him. “Your clothes,” she whispered, tugging lightly at a button on his shirt.
    “No!” He jerked away from her quickly, stepping out of her reach.
    Rebecca leaned up on her elbows and lifted an eyebrow in question.
    Major lifted his arm and rubbed the back of his neck. “I…I have scars,” he whispered.
    “And I’m overweight,” Rebecca responded with a shrug. “So what?” She sat up and grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled. When he stood between her thighs once more, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Did you get your scars in prison or a gang fight?”
    Major tilted his head to the side. “No, they…”
    Rebecca interrupted before he could finish. “What about while murdering or raping someone? Did you get the scars then?”
    “No,” he ground out from between clenched teeth.
    “Ah,” Rebecca murmured. “So you got them while serving and protecting your country.”
    Major looked away, his jaw tight. “I wish it were that simple.”
    Rebecca’s heart clenched with understanding. She might not like Uniforms on a personal level, but held nothing but the utmost respect for the job they did. She didn’t want to do it, after all. It stood to reason then, that Rebecca should be grateful that someone stood between her and…well, whoever was threatening the country on any particular day. And Major did that without a uniform to protect him.
    “It is that simple. And your scars aren’t something to be ashamed of.” Rebecca slipped the top button from the hole slowly, waiting for his reaction. Major didn’t have one. He watched her through narrowed eyes, his hands resting lightly on her thighs. “Every scar shows strength that most people are lacking. It’s a mark on someone else’s soul. Not yours.” Another button came undone beneath Rebecca’s questing fingertips.
    When Major tightened his hands on her thighs, she stopped and looked up at him, waiting. His expression was distant and savage as he growled, “You have no idea about the marks on my soul.” Major shook his head and pulled away slightly before he looked down at his still-covered chest. “The scars…they’re bad. I can’t even look anymore. I don’t expect you to…”
    “Why don’t you let me decide what I can and can’t look at, hmm?” Rebecca slid her fingers over his and whispered, “Show me.”
    He met her direct stare, his eyes hard and unsure. Rebecca’s chest squeezed and hot tears