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across to the bathroom and under the bright light had her sit on the counter and stood between her legs to inspect her neck. No signs of bruising—that relieved him greatly. Through it all, Roxi sat silently, allowing him to do his thing. Still her gaze never left his face.
    “I told you I was fine,” she commented when he’d finished.
    “I needed to check.”
    “I know.”
    He stepped back and she slid off the counter, eyes transfixed on him. Before he knew what had happened she’d pressed a kiss to his cheek then was walking out. “Get some sleep, Sam.”
    Back in his bed, he burrowed his face to where Roxi had lain—although not for long—the sheets smelt slightly like her. Autumn. That was the only way he could explain it. Subtle, soft, warm and with a slight hint of spice. The scent wrapped around him like a comforting cloak and accompanied him to sleep.
     
    * * * *
     
    Roxi stood in her kitchen and stared out of the sliding glass door, which led to the backyard. Unconsciously she rubbed her throat. Damn it! How could she have been so stupid? The sound had woken her and as she would have with her nephew, she’d gone in to wake him. One problem, she’d tried to shake awake a Recon Marine in the same way she would her ten-year-old nephew.
    Sam’s reaction had been swift and precise. She’d been lucky to get out her words at all. Despite that, she wasn’t scared of him. Quite the opposite.
    Then add how it felt to be captured beneath his muscled body. His cock pressing against the apex of her thighs. Admittedly, she’d only exhibited hot desire for him then. And that brush of his lips along hers. No other had affected her so and it had hardly been a kiss at all.
    Sigh . Okay, so Laila wasn’t the only one who had it bad. Some of his stories were legendary and she’d fallen for him through myth. Sure, she knew Laila thought of him as a brother but to hear her talk about him, he could do no wrong. So they both had strong feelings for the man, Roxi’s just weren’t along the brotherly vein.
    Only, he’s not a myth anymore.
    A heated flush skated along her skin and she knew he’d entered the kitchen. Readjusting her gaze so she no longer stared out past the glass, she watched him.
    Grace. Power. And sexuality off-the-charts.
    Wanting to see him without using a reflection, she turned. He stood by the table.
    Staring at him was something akin to suddenly being starving and knowing no matter how long you ate or drank it would never, could never be enough. It was still early—the first rays of morning had just begun to splinter through the dark.
    He peered at her with those incredible blue eyes and her heart’s cadence kicked up a few notches. She smiled and couldn’t begin to say how relieved she was to see some of his uncertainty fade away.
    “Morning,” she said.
    “Morning,” he replied.
    His deep voice dragged along her skin much like thick velvet. He kept dropping his gaze to her neck. She stared at him in his jeans and another snug shirt, grey this time.
    “I’m fine, Sam.”
    “I could have—”
    “You didn’t.” She cut him off as she closed the distance between them.
    Lord, he was big. All over. And hot. Her nipples beaded as she imagined his hands on her breasts. Cupping, kneading, tugging. A flash of heat poured over her and she took a deep breath to get herself under some semblance of control.
    Toe-to-toe, she stopped. She had to tip her head back in order to maintain eye contact. He swallowed and she felt this incredible urge to lick him. Over each hard, muscled inch.
    Okay, I’m losing it. He’s a guest. Not my play-toy. Oh, but what a play-toy he’d be.
    “I’ll have some breakfast ready in just a few. You can move your truck into the drive, on the left side. Never mind. You can park in the garage too, I’ll open the door.”
    She hurried off to do that before she forgot herself and did something insane like jump at him, wrap her legs around him and see where that led.