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Plus, this afternoon, Kevin had gone with Mrs. Cecil to her grandson’s birthday party. John had told her Kevin wouldn’t be back until six at the earliest. It was three-thirty.
    She bit her lip and considered her decision again. She was ready. No more thought. Rather than ask him straight out or touch him to get him worked up, she moved past him and stood somewhat in front of him. She fanned herself. “The temperature must have risen in the last half hour.”
    She caught the ends of her blouse with her arms crossed over her chest and raised it over her head.
    “Fawn! What are you doing?”
    She pretended innocence. “Oh, don’t worry. This is a real bikini top and not a bra. I’m not exposing myself for the world.” Only you.
    After stooping at the edge of the water to wet her fingers, she ran them over her breasts, letting droplets rain down into her cleavage. She knew from the angle she positioned herself that John saw every move. Like he did a minute ago, she stretched her arms over her head to make her breasts rise. Before she could complete her show, John snatched her up to him.
    “What the hell are you doing to me, Fawn?”
    She blinked up at him, trapped in his steel hold. “What do you mean?”
    “You know very well what I mean.” His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Unless you’re ready to let me make love you, put that damn shirt back on.”
    Fawn laughed. John had learned to curb his cursing for the most part after he took in Kevin. She must have sent him for a serious spin with her actions for him to curse this much.
    “And if I am ready, what then?” she let her gaze challenge him.
    His eyebrows shot up. He stared at her, and then set her on her feet. She thought he was backing off at first, but then he snatched her blouse from the sand and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go. My place is more convenient.”
    It was a good thing he was a cop because he risked being pulled over at the speed he kept up to his place. When they pulled up to a small rancher-styled home with manicured lawn and a boy’s bike resting against the garage door, Fawn sighed. This was something she might never have—a cute little house, a husband, and a child.
    John shuffled out of the car and flew around to her side. She shook the turbulent emotions from her mind. This was no time to think about a family—not when they were about to have sex for the first time.
    They were soon inside John’s bedroom—neat as a pin unlike her room—and John slammed the door shut behind him. He trapped her between it and his rock hard body and peered down at her. “You’re sure?”
    “Positive.” For emphasis, she ran a hand up his outer thigh and reached behind him to grab his ass. She drove him in tight to her and rubbed her breasts over his chest. John growled.
    He stepped back and touched a fingertip to her lips. “Stay right where you are.”
    She didn’t move but watched as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He drew it open to reveal his toned pecs and the weapon strapped under his arm. Fawn’s mouth watered at the picture he made. She didn’t think he’d consider taking her with the gun still on, so she didn’t ask. He un-strapped it and set the piece and the holster on his dresser.
    When he retuned to her, he grinned. “Now, where were we?”
    With sass, she said, “You were about to remind me how much you like to eat.”
    His eyes seemed to blaze with fire. “Was I? Hm, yes, I think that’s a good idea.” With one hand, he caught her by the hip. “Tell me what you have under your short skirt today, Fawn.”
    “Go find out.”
    He dropped to his knees, raised her skirt, and whistled. “So these came with the bikini top?”
    Fawn licked her lips, giving him a playful expression. “No, they didn’t come with this top, but I liked them. Don’t you?”
    “Hell, yes!”
    On impulse, she’d slipped into her red thong this morning. John had shared weeks ago that his favorite color was red, easily discerned from his car.