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for me to ignore how totally hot Sean is.
    Heather’s eyes roamed over the curves and symmetry of his body.
    She lifted up on her elbow, but as her breast grazed Sean’s cheek, he dipped his mouth and drew her nipple deep into his mouth again. Heather’s head fell back and she moaned. Her hand clasped his jaw and the stubble of his freshly shaved beard scraped her palm. Sensations exploded inside her. Her hand drifted down his face to touch the sweet curve of his shoulder. The muscle filled her palm and she turned her face to lick his skin.
    Sean’s head jerked up and he blinked, lips parted and damp from kissing and suckling her. He looked stunned that she’d tasted him. She decided she liked surprising him when it came to his body.
    Heather grinned and licked the outline of his shoulder muscle again. “What? You don’t get to be the only one having fun.”
    He blinked. Then kissed her gently on the mouth. “How about if we take this up a notch.”
    Heather scanned his face. “What does that mean?”
    “I’m trying to go slow with you, Heather. But truth is, I want to devour you. Every…single…inch of you.” He punctuated the words with nips down her belly.
    Heather raked her nails gently down his arm. “That makes two of us. When did you get so fit and sexy?”
    He paused and she felt his grin against the tender skin of her belly. He kissed her. “Last night. I had a few extra hours.”
    She laughed. This wasn’t going to be awkward.
    This was Sean.
     
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    With every moment that passed, Sean still expected to wake from a dream. There simply was no other explanation for the last week of his life. And certainly no logic behind the fact that he was currently undressing the love of his life.
    The wedding had been surreal enough, he’d not dared hope for a wedding night—or wedding afternoon, as the case was. Even knowing she was going through this only to have a baby, he’d figured that she’d prefer something sterile, involving syringes and petri dishes.
    Heather’s body was everything he’d dreamed it would be, and as his fingers and lips moved over her satin skin, it took every ounce of self-control he had to keep from ravaging her.
    She purred beneath him and the vibration intensified his arousal until he could barely concentrate. Every time her fingers brushed his skin, his abs tightened. He undressed her, taking his time to reveal each new bit of skin. He’d seen her in shorts and skimpy workout tops, but there was something completely different about this time, about revealing the same curve of flesh at her shoulder and tasting the sweet swell of her bicep. There would be no turning back for him now, either physically or emotionally. Heather had seared her own spot into him and no one else would ever fill it for him.
    He slid his hand over the curve of her hip and smiled at the fancy panties. They rode low over her hips, wrapping her like a sinful package that he desperately wanted to unwrap. He’d never pictured her for a daring underwear sort of woman. But he liked it.
    Her fingers latched around his arm and slid up and down in a maddening rhythm. He tugged on them and held them to his lips, then let her settle them back on his body. He would never get enough of how his skin heated instantly beneath her touch. She roamed over his entire body like she couldn’t get enough of touching him. He hoped that was the case and this wouldn’t be the only time she’d explore his body. He hoped she wasn’t going to get pregnant on this first time. He wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life.
    He kissed her belly and his hand roamed lower, over her hip, her thigh; he cupped her kneecap, then drifted back north. He traced the inner line of her thigh, delighting in the quiver of her skin beneath his touch. Heather’s eyes sparkled, a sure sign she was enjoying the way he touched her. And even though his heart beat a million times a minute, like a teenage boy getting to touch the