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feet and
smoothed a hand through her hair. “You are the most beautiful woman
I’ve ever had the pleasure of making love to.”
    “Connor.” She pressed a finger to his lips.
“You need to listen to me.”
    He kissed her finger and drew her hand into
his. “Me first.” His hands slipped around her waist. “I’ve had my
eye on you since I returned to Temptation and the first time I
heard you sigh across the bar in the Ugly Stick Saloon.”
    “That seems like such a long time ago.” Yet
the meeting had only been a couple weeks earlier.
    “I think it was love at first sight.”
    Although it hadn’t been exactly love at
first sight for her, she remembered her initial attraction to the
fair-haired ex-marine, his face clearly etched in her mind, his
words, challenging her to find the excitement in Temptation. Charli
shook her head. “How long had you been deployed?”
    “Long enough to know what I wanted when I
got back from the sandbox.” His fingers twisted the strings on the
back of her corset. “And I want you.” He tugged the bow, the corset
strings loosened and her breasts spilled from their
confinement.
    “Connor, I—” God, he wasn't making this
easy.
    “Shh.” He pressed his lips to hers. “Just
let me love you.

Chapter Six
    His mouth moved across hers, teasing her
lips open so that his tongue could slip between her teeth and claim
hers.
    The long slow slide of warm wetness made
Charli’s pussy clench, heating her core. Her fingers threaded
through his hair, drawing him closer, her hips pressing into his,
her naked breasts rubbing against the crisp white cotton of his
button-down shirt.
    He found the zipper of her skirt and slid it
down, pushing the fabric over her hips. The smooth, silky material
floated to the floor, a black pool of ruffles, and she stepped out
of the circle. He worked the strings looser on the corset and let
it follow the skirt.
    When she stood before him in nothing but her
black, lace thong panties, all her thoughts of telling him the
truth had flown. All her focus turned to getting him as naked as
she was. The sooner the better, before her body exploded into a
fiery inferno of need.
    Charli grabbed his arms and turned him until
his back was to the bed. Then, with a wide smile, she pushed him
onto it.
    As he fell, he grabbed her around the
middle, dragging her down.
    She straddled his hips, her pussy grinding
against the ridge beneath his fly, an urgent reminder of her near
nakedness and his fully clothed body.
    Her fingers flew over the buttons on his
shirt, ripping them loose of the holes. As she moved down his
muscled chest, she opened the shirt, kissing a path that followed
her work until she reached the waistband of his jeans. With a sharp
tug, she pulled the hem of his shirt out of the band and shoved the
edges open.
    God, he had a beautiful chest. Tanned, toned
and contoured around each muscle from his pecks to his abs. The
dark brown nipples nestled in a smattering of manly hairs.
    Too aroused to slow her descent, Charli
eased off the hard ridge of his cock and stood beside the bed,
working the buttoned-fly of his jeans. She struggled with the
first, then ripped the remaining open.
    His cock jutted out, rising straight to the
sky, hot, hard and thick.
    Digging her fingers into his waistband,
Charli dragged his jeans down to his boots. She grabbed his boot
heels and tugged off one, then the other boot, tossing them behind
her as she did.
    Naked at last, he sat up, his legs falling
over the side of the bed. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her into
the V between his legs. “What about foreplay?”
    “I’m working on that.” She dropped to her
knees and took his cock in her hands, her fingers kneading his
balls, while her tongue touched the tip and slid down his length in
one, long, slow movement.
    His fingers fisted in her hair, his body
tensing. “What about you? Don’t you want me to do that to you?”
    The guilt she felt reared its ugly head for
a second and she