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naked.
    Together .
    “They’d think ‘damn, he’s lucky. Did you see her? She’s gorgeous.’” Amusement threaded beneath the need in his voice and she forgot to think again. He called her gorgeous.
    An eternity passed before they reached the door to the apartment and he slowly lowered her to the ground. When she would have stepped away, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her close. She liked his height and strength.
    Rising up on her tiptoes, she met his second, hot, thoroughly arousing kiss. She wrapped a hand around his neck, and ached with the want for him. Somewhere between her hesitation and that first kiss on the sidewalk, she’d committed to the night.
    He trailed a path of kisses from her mouth to her ear and when his tongue glided along the lobe, her knees buckled. “We need to go inside….” Teasing colored the words.
    Oh hell…look at me hanging all over him and ready to go at it right here against the door . Hadn’t she just been worried about who might see them?
    Dragging herself back a step, she adjusted the front of her dress, the cooler air leaving goose bumps across her feverish skin. Paul slipped his cover off. The harsh sound of his breathing promised her he was just as affected as she.
    Still time to change your mind …. The creeping voice of doubt slunk back in, but she ignored it. Maybe she would regret tonight in the morning, maybe. If she left right then, she’d definitely regret it.
    Fight the battles you know how to win ….
    She didn’t have to regret not being with him. Especially if the night was all they had. He unlocked the door and opened it, then held out his hand. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and the line of his mouth went taut. The control he exerted to not ask her if she changed her mind impressed her.
    Again.
    Placing her hand in his, she let him tug her inside. Tonight wasn’t about the past or personal hang-ups.
    “Lillianna—”
    She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing whatever he might have been about to say. “You’re wearing too many clothes, Master Sergeant.”
    He kissed her gloved fingertip and stepped back, one by one loosening the buttons on his uniform jacket and began to strip out of his clothes. Unlike most men, he didn’t drop them on the floor, but hung them over the back of a chair. Neat. Precise.
    Orderly.
    And by the time he reached his belt, frustration screamed through her. Heat hit her, everything in her body responding to his—and he hadn’t touched her since he’d started stripping. She hadn’t reacted that way to any of the guys she hooked up with—not in college, not since.
    Because in my vast experience, all three guys were funny and interesting and seemed attractive …. But not in a gut-wrenching, panty-wetting, fuck-me-walking way—no that seemed to be her response to Paul and him alone. Of course, Paul was all hard muscle, and tanned skin. And then there were his eyes, a rich shade of green that served as a brilliant counterpoint to his Latin name, the sex god looks, and utterly captivating, open smile. Her sex clenched as if imagining him already easing his cock into her.
    Naked save for a very dark pair of briefs, he stepped in and kissed her, drowning the other needs colliding in her with one light brush of his lips.
    “Ready for duty, ma’am…would you like some help with your clothes?”
    “Oh. Yeah.” Two syllables. They were all she managed to wrap her tongue around.
     
    Paul waited patiently, even though every urge said reach out and take what he wanted. He’d learned a lot about Lillianna over the last few hours. A contained woman, she kept her emotions closeted away from the rest of the world. Her compassionate nature reflected in her manners and choice of professions. She took the time to chat with him even though his uniform made her uncomfortable. Her words told him she didn’t approve of Luke and harbored ill will toward him for his past treatment of Rebecca, but her genuine affection and cheer