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understand me better than most people. Ask me anything.”
    “When you remove the prosthesis, is it painful to be on your knees?”
    “You’re asking if missionary will work?” He shook his head. “The surgeons did their best, but I have some very temperamental nerve endings around the scar tissue.”
    She pushed herself to a sitting position, and studied his leg again. “As I see it, we have a few options.”
    His eyes widened. “Options?”
    Sharon smiled up at him and licked her lips. “Options. I could stand and bend over the bed. Or the dresser over there looks to be the perfect height for me to sit on. And then there is always you on the bottom and me on top.” Then she winked. “Unless you feel like getting wet. I have a very large jet tub in the bathroom that could prove interesting.”
    A wicked smile returned to his face, and heat filled his eyes. “Dang woman, where have you been all my life?”
    She nibbled her lower lip and suppressed a laugh. “Right here, waiting for you.”
    She watched him closely as he looked from the bed to the dresser, and lastly the bathroom door. Silently, he walked to the dresser, his renewed erection bobbing, to assess its height and durability. The giggle she’d held in check broke loose when he gave it a good shake.
    He grinned at her over his shoulder and winked. “Come on over here, sexy lady.”
    Sharon crawled slowly off the bed. Giving him a good look. Then slowly sashayed toward him.
    She openly admired his restored arousal. Her eyes alight with interest. Then she licked her full bottom lip.
    His erection throbbed and twitched in anticipation. His heart pounded a frenzied tempo in his chest.
    She stopped before him, desire burning in her gaze, and ran a finger down his chest.
    Mark took her shoulders and gently turned her so her back was toward the wall and she was between him and the dresser. Slowly he ran his hands down her body, grazing the sides of her breasts to grip her hips. With an ease that spoke of his strength, he lifted her to sit on top.
    The instant she was seated, he wanted to thank the person who designed the piece of furniture. Her damp center was perfectly aligned with his groin. When she took a breath, his gaze shot to her pebbled nipples, rising and falling.
    The thundering of his heart in his ears threatened to silence his common sense. Thankfully, the little voice in his head prevailed. She may be a mature woman, possibly past childbearing years, but he couldn’t be sure, and wouldn’t chance unprotected sex.
    “Stay right there.” His pants were only a few feet away. He rummaged in a pocket and pulled out the condoms Simon had given him.
    Sharon smiled at him from her perch on the dresser. “Thank you for wanting to protect me, but those aren’t necessary.”
    He studied her for a moment. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    His body screamed for release, but he had to taste her lips again. He tossed the condoms over his shoulder, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her until his head spun.
    With a satisfied groan, he dipped his tongue into her warm depths. A soft moan rose to her lips as she kissed him as ferociously. He tilted her head to deepen the kiss as his thumbs stroked her jaw.
    Sharon’s hands skimmed his chest and wrapped around his neck. That allowed him to wrap his arms around her back, and pull her flush against him. Every tiny move she made brushed her nipples over his bared skin.
    She rubbed his erection with her damp core, driving his need to heights he’d never known. Then she growled softly into his mouth while his tongue danced with hers. He felt the fingers of her right hand rake his chest and move lower. When she wrapped them around his cock, he gasped.
    Shaking like a leaf in a stiff wind, he lifted his head and opened his eyes. Her face was flushed and lips rosy from his kisses. Then he swore he saw her eyes glow as he felt her guide him to her center and pull him forward with her heels around his