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strong fingers inside of me, working them in and out, and I thrust against him, desperate for release.  My arousal slick around him, he slid his fingers back out, and after a few teasing strokes against my clitoris, he sped up his movement again.  I let out another groan, and as his finger circled around and around, I arched back and was crying out again, coming as he held me in his strong arms.
    He tightened his grasp around me as I lay limp against his firm body.  “I love how your body responds to me,” he whispered huskily.  “It is so damn sexy.”
    “ Mmmm,” was my only reply.
    “ Did that feel good?”
    “Amazing,” I said, letting myself relax against his warm embrace.
    “Good,” he said, his breath hot on my skin.  “Because there’s nothing I want more than to make love to you over and over again.”

Chapter 4
     
    I woke up the next morning feeling content and exhausted.  As I sleepily opened my eyes, I realized that I was lying in bed in a strange room, the winter sun beaming in through the window.  Suddenly, memories of last night came flooding back: making love to my mystery soldier in front of the fire, having the most amazing orgasm of my life as he’d held me close, and then making love a second time even though we’d just finished.  What on earth had come over me?  I’d never had a one-night-stand before; I didn’t sleep around.  Yet I was willing to have sex again and again with a man I’d just met?
    The last thing I remembered was drifting off to sleep together in front of the fire.  Trent’s strong arms had been around me, the spicy scent of his cologne all over my skin.  It had felt so good to be with a man, to fall asleep in his arms.  How had I gotten into the bedroom?  And where was Trent anyway?
    As if hearing my thoughts, he appeared in the doorway a moment later.  He was wearing his fatigues and white tee shirt, and I drunk in the way it hugged his firm chest and biceps.  His broad shoulders and chest narrowed to a slim waist and hips—and, oh God, I knew what those hips could do.  Just the memory of last night was stirring tingling sensations inside me and sending shivers down my spine.
    “How’d you sleep?” he asked, his deep voice sounding sexy as hell first thing in the morning.
    “Really well,” I said, sitting up in bed.  “Too well.”  I pulled the covers around myself as I looked at him.  Of course he’d already seen me completely naked, but a night of drunken passion that had let my inhibitions go out the window didn’t mean I felt as reckless with abandon first thing in the morning.
    “Me too,” he said, a relaxed smile coming to his face.
    Apparently our activities under the covers had worn him out as well—although we hadn’t actually made it to the bedroom, let alone to a bed with covers, instead making love right in front of the fireplace.  Again and again.  His eyes trailed over me, noticing the way I was clutching the sheet around me.  “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice deep.  “I didn’t mean to barge in here and make you uncomfortable.”
    “No problem,” I said, and he started to turn away.  “I mean you didn’t; you can stay.”
    He nodded, and turned back, his dark eyes meeting mine.  His gaze drifted down to my chest, and I suddenly realized that I was barely covered by the thin sheet.  He quickly met my eyes again, and despite my embarrassment, I found myself slightly flattered that he was still looking at me that way after having plenty of amazing sex last night.  Still, I sat up a little straighter and pulled the covers more tightly around myself.
    “I’m sorry,” he said again, a slight smile tugging at his mouth.  “I don’t, uh, usually have an amazing night like that.”
    “ Me either.  And I definitely don’t usually sleep with handsome strangers,” I said, flushing slightly.
    “Your secret’s safe with me,” he said with a grin.  I instantly felt relieved, which was silly, because