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Authors: Deidre Knight
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the way he'd always craved it But those powerful memories didn't prevent him from pushing his face against Shelby's neck and inhaling once again.
She ran her fingers through the bristling hair along his nape, thrusting her hips upward against his, teasing him, begging him. He'd never been able to hold back with a beautiful, sexy woman like she was; and he'd never had an ounce of resistance when it came to aggressive, seductive women, either.
"Am I still drunk?" he murmured, kissing her on the neck. How had they gotten to this point so fast?
"No, cowboy, you're in heaven." Her hands slid low down his back, meeting the warmth of his bare skin as his T-shirt rode upâbut she didn't stop. She plunged her hands lower still, cupping his bottom and pulling him hard against her own body. Bringing their groins together.
For the first time in his life, he just might have landed in the sack with a woman who was faster than he was. It was a thought that terrified himâand made him grin with wicked anticipation. Oh, yes, it had been a long damned time since he'd held a womanâso many lonely years. Surely he could indulge just this once and keep Hope out of his mind, he told himself, shoving the pangs of guilt aside.
"You're a wild little thing, aren't you, Shelby?" He sniffed her cheek, nuzzling her.
"No wilder than you, sir." She panted softly, lowering her lashes.
He rolled with her, and she landed in a straddling position over himâalmost as if they were in some defensive maneuver, a training exercise back on base. It was a fight for domination, with this intensely sexual moment their battleground. "Oh, I'd say you like your sex. And not a little bit." He watched her face turn crimson, her tongue nicking nervously over her lips. With both hands he anchored her against him, even though she began to squirm slightly. "Nothing wrong with liking sex, Shelby."
"I'm a woman, sir," she whispered huskily. "Different rules apply." Her eyes shined with vulnerability.
"Doesn't have to be that way." Her miniskirt had ridden all the way up her thighs, revealing a thatch of dark blonde curlsâa satiny V right between her legs, now level with his eyes. Taking his forefinger, he pushed the denim fabric higher up her leg. "We both know that's a backward way of seeing it."
She pressed her eyes shut, and he dragged her skirt higher up her creamy, satin-smooth thighs. "What, girl? No underwear?" He gave a rough chuckle, feeling his groin answer with a tightening spasm. Only the men of their species went without underwear; the women typically wore silk pantiesâespecially if they were wearing a skirt.
"Didn't have no clean ones," she blurted, yanking her skirt back down. But it was a tug-of-war she was going to lose, and he began peeling the material right back up her thighs.
"Don't ever play poker," he threatened seductively. She started to lift off of him, but he anchored her against his hips, hard. "Because you're a terrible liar. It turns you on to go commando, period. I bet you do it more often than not."
Her lips parted, and suddenly she bent low over him, planting both her palms squarely atop his chest. "What if I admitted that you were right? What would you say?"
"That you're a lot like me." He gazed up into her clear, vibrant blue eyes. "That you have needs just like meâand that's not something I've found too often in my life."
She sat up, locking both her thighs tighter about him. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she laughed. "Now look who's a liar, huh, boy? You haven't had sex since the day Hope died." She played a little rhythm on his chest with her palms, still laughing, taunting him. "You ain't so much as touched another woman besides Hope since that first time you made love to her."
He felt his pulse hammer, and the sound of rushing blood filled his ears. He gave his head a slight shake. "You don't know that. No way in hell you could know that. You don't have the gift of gazing."
"And I'm not
She ran her fingers through the bristling hair along his nape, thrusting her hips upward against his, teasing him, begging him. He'd never been able to hold back with a beautiful, sexy woman like she was; and he'd never had an ounce of resistance when it came to aggressive, seductive women, either.
"Am I still drunk?" he murmured, kissing her on the neck. How had they gotten to this point so fast?
"No, cowboy, you're in heaven." Her hands slid low down his back, meeting the warmth of his bare skin as his T-shirt rode upâbut she didn't stop. She plunged her hands lower still, cupping his bottom and pulling him hard against her own body. Bringing their groins together.
For the first time in his life, he just might have landed in the sack with a woman who was faster than he was. It was a thought that terrified himâand made him grin with wicked anticipation. Oh, yes, it had been a long damned time since he'd held a womanâso many lonely years. Surely he could indulge just this once and keep Hope out of his mind, he told himself, shoving the pangs of guilt aside.
"You're a wild little thing, aren't you, Shelby?" He sniffed her cheek, nuzzling her.
"No wilder than you, sir." She panted softly, lowering her lashes.
He rolled with her, and she landed in a straddling position over himâalmost as if they were in some defensive maneuver, a training exercise back on base. It was a fight for domination, with this intensely sexual moment their battleground. "Oh, I'd say you like your sex. And not a little bit." He watched her face turn crimson, her tongue nicking nervously over her lips. With both hands he anchored her against him, even though she began to squirm slightly. "Nothing wrong with liking sex, Shelby."
"I'm a woman, sir," she whispered huskily. "Different rules apply." Her eyes shined with vulnerability.
"Doesn't have to be that way." Her miniskirt had ridden all the way up her thighs, revealing a thatch of dark blonde curlsâa satiny V right between her legs, now level with his eyes. Taking his forefinger, he pushed the denim fabric higher up her leg. "We both know that's a backward way of seeing it."
She pressed her eyes shut, and he dragged her skirt higher up her creamy, satin-smooth thighs. "What, girl? No underwear?" He gave a rough chuckle, feeling his groin answer with a tightening spasm. Only the men of their species went without underwear; the women typically wore silk pantiesâespecially if they were wearing a skirt.
"Didn't have no clean ones," she blurted, yanking her skirt back down. But it was a tug-of-war she was going to lose, and he began peeling the material right back up her thighs.
"Don't ever play poker," he threatened seductively. She started to lift off of him, but he anchored her against his hips, hard. "Because you're a terrible liar. It turns you on to go commando, period. I bet you do it more often than not."
Her lips parted, and suddenly she bent low over him, planting both her palms squarely atop his chest. "What if I admitted that you were right? What would you say?"
"That you're a lot like me." He gazed up into her clear, vibrant blue eyes. "That you have needs just like meâand that's not something I've found too often in my life."
She sat up, locking both her thighs tighter about him. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes, she laughed. "Now look who's a liar, huh, boy? You haven't had sex since the day Hope died." She played a little rhythm on his chest with her palms, still laughing, taunting him. "You ain't so much as touched another woman besides Hope since that first time you made love to her."
He felt his pulse hammer, and the sound of rushing blood filled his ears. He gave his head a slight shake. "You don't know that. No way in hell you could know that. You don't have the gift of gazing."
"And I'm not
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