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    “Babe,” he panted, “I want to go slow.”
    “Fast now, slow later,” she demanded, and thrust her hips to seat him fully.
    He gritted his teeth. It had been so long, he was like an untried boy. Her tight, wet heat surrounded him, threatening a premature release. He could do this, dammit. He was determined to make this amazing for her.
    He gripped her hips to still her thrusting. Then he lowered his hot seeking mouth to her breast and began to savor her like an ice cream cone. Sharon tipped her head back against the wall and rumbled again. He was going to have to ask her about that. Later. Much later.
    He moved to the other breast and lavished it as well. With his body under control, he pulled back and slammed home. Sharon gasped, her fingers tightening their grip on his shoulders.
    He pulled back a second time, and slammed home again.
    Her legs remained tightly around his hips, matching him thrust for thrust. “Give me all you’ve got, Marine.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    Mark let himself go, pounding into her like a jackhammer.
    “Oh, Goddess!”
    Her body wound higher, fisting him so tightly, he swore he was going to be black and blue. Then she shattered around him, ecstasy making her even more beautiful to him. He buried himself one last time and found his own release.
    Gasping, he slumped against her, trapping her body between his and the wall. He gulped a few breaths as he found his land legs again. “Give me a minute and I’ll get you down from there.”
    “Don’t worry about me. I’m as happy as a debutante at Tiffany’s with Daddy’s credit card.”
    He caught his breath and lifted her down, then walked with her hand-in-hand to the bed. That was when it occurred to him he’d behaved irresponsibly. “Shit, Sharon. When I carried you, my leg could have gone out from under me and I would have dropped you.”
    “Shush, I wasn’t worried,” she said as she stretched languidly on the bed. When he made to join her, prosthesis and all, she propped on her elbows and raised an eyebrow.
    “What?”
    She looked at his leg pointedly and then back to his eyes. “Wouldn’t you be more comfortable without that?”
    He visibly cringed. “The scarring isn’t pretty. I don’t want you to see it.”
    “Horse hockey,” she snorted and scooted off the bed to bend over his legs in all her naked glory.
    Mark sucked in a breath unable to speak or think. Her breasts hung level with his mouth, swaying temptingly.
    She glanced at him from under her lashes and smiled. “Hold that thought for a minute.” Then she worked to remove his artificial leg.
    He braced for her reaction, which, of course, wasn’t what he’d expected. She eased it off gently and set it beside the bed on the floor. That was thoughtful, he thought. If he needed to get up he could reach it. Sharon studied his scaring showing no sign of revulsion. Then without warning, she pushed him down to the mattress.
    “I think you over did it, Mark. The skin looks red and a little raw,” she gently scolded. She shooed him over so she could sit next to his leg and placed one hand on his thigh and the other around the scarred end.
    “What are you doing?” he choked out.
    “Shhhh. I need to concentrate.” Her eyes closed and heat began to pour from her hands into his leg.
    “Oh, lord. That feels good,” he moaned. His eyes closed and a sigh eased from his lips.
    He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but her hands moved every so often and the warmth would increase again. It felt like she was sucking the pain from his body. He hadn’t felt that good since he was whole.
    Finally, she removed her hands and crawled up the bed to cuddle against his chest.
    He wrapped his arms around her and whispered, “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome,” she murmured as she nuzzled his neck.
    “What did you do?”
    “I used what some people refer to as reiki on you. It’s a form of energy healing.”
    “Mmm. I don’t care what it’s called, it was