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really rustic meal. Do you have anything to make a salad with?”
    “Salad is already made and in the ‘fridge.”
    She dried her hands on a dishtowel. “I’ll get it out and dress it.”
    “Just don’t dress yourself.”
    She smiled at him over her shoulder, and his heart beat wildly. “Why aren’t you married?” he blurted out.
    She laughed, bending provocatively as she removed the bowl of salad. He could poke her from the back right now. Even the chilled air from the refrigerator wouldn’t kill their heat.
    “Funny, earlier I was wondering the same thing about you.”
    “I’ve never found anyone who would put up with me.”
    She glanced at him. “Is this balsamic vinaigrette what you want for the salad?”
    “I like it if you do.”
    She took it out and poured some over the greens before mixing them. “And what’s wrong with you that women everywhere run from the thought of marrying you?”
    “Oh shit. All kinds of things.” He laughed. “Like I curse.”
    “Hell, I do, too.” She smiled, and he laughed again.
    “I’m focused and centered on what I want to do. Right now it’s get my degree. Women don’t usually want to share time with the man they love. Although you’re sharing time with two men. How’s that working for you?”
    “I don’t know yet. So far I’ve only been with one man.”
    He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “Is that so? Because when I was out getting groceries last Thursday, I could have sworn I saw you drive by with the good professor. You weren’t on a date?”
    “Yes, we were. We went to dinner and then to see The Towering Inferno . I think it put him out of the mood. We didn’t end up in bed. Is that what you want me to say?”
    “As a matter of fact—”
    He put the spoon on the counter, turned off the burner, and went to her. As she turned, she held out a piece of lettuce coated with dressing. He took it in and reveled in the burst of flavor—sweet and sour from the balsamic vinegar and fresh from the lettuce and oil. He swallowed quickly and kissed her, letting her experience some of the taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against his body. Her tits pushed against his chest. She ran her foot up the back of his leg, and through his shirt her body seared him.
    “—that’s exactly what I wanted to hear you say.”
    She kissed both corners of his mouth. “We’re going out again this coming week.”
    He shook his head. “Don’t spoil it.” He nibbled her earlobe. “I’ve turned off the sauce.”
    “So we’re free of the kitchen?”
    Oh, yeah. “Want to hold off on dinner for a while longer?”
    “I want to climb inside your skin and make love for the next hour.”
    “Dr. Morris, we are two great minds thinking along the same lines.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. And this time, he closed the door. He didn’t want to feel free. He wanted them to be cocooned within four walls, alone and secluded.
    “I want you on top,” he said. “I want to watch your face when you come and hold your breasts in my hands.” He set her on the floor and tried to kiss her, but she pushed him back onto the bed.
    “If I’m on top, I call the shots,” she said. “I’ll say what you touch and what you don’t.”
    She smiled and unbuttoned the first button on his shirt. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her long fingers popping the plastic button through the hole, one after the other, until the material barely covered her breasts and her belly button was about to be exposed.
    He licked his lips. His dick pushed hard against his jeans, aching to be free. “And I’m just supposed to follow orders?”
    “Like you used to in the Marine Corps.”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    The last button came undone, and Leah shrugged his shirt to the floor. “You’ll put your hands under your head and not touch me at all until I give you permission.”
    He did as he was told. If there was one thing anyone would say