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beautiful?”
    “Maybe” she said coyly.
    “Just maybe, huh? Let’s see what we can do about that.” Confidence and cockiness surged through him.
    He slid on top of her, taking hold of her nipple with his mouth. Teasing it with his tongue, causing her to arch her back under him. He caressed each inch of her body. “I want you.”
    “You have me. All of me.”
    “Good.” He lowered himself to draw her dusky pink nipple into his mouth. His eyes never left hers as he sucked and played, before kissing across the valley to her other nipple.  Letting her nipple slip between his lips, he gazed up at her. “I don’t have condoms. I wasn’t expecting…”
    “I’m on the pill.”
    He didn’t want to rush, not when he could savor the moments. Her unabashed reactions to his touch were a miracle.
    “Please Jordan, I want you now.”
    “We have all night.”
    “Then give it to me now, and we can have another round or two.” There was a twinkle in her eye as she spoke those words.
    “Your wish is my command, beautiful.” He placed his hands gently on her knees, spreading them, giving him the access that he desired. Teasing her sensitive flesh with his fingers before finally sliding himself in to her warm wet core. A cry of desire and need escaped her lips. Her body arched, she licked the side of his neck.
    Her moans of pleasure spurred him faster. Their bodies, bound together, found rhythm and passion vibrated through him desperate for release. He fought the ecstasy, fought to hang on and drive her to her climax. Digging her nails into his back, she writhed. Their lips meet again and again. She screamed against his mouth and he held on for another few seconds, prolonging the beautiful agony until his release burst free.
    He knew he wanted more of her, doubted he would ever get enough. Collapsing next to her, legs still entwined, their energy spent for the moment. She curled her body into his, her hand resting on his chest.
    “Looks as though you enjoyed that, beautiful.” He wrapped his arms around her.
    “Oh yes.” She lazily ran a hand up and down his chest. “Ready for another round?”
    He snickered. “I might have been a Marine. Always ready to go at a moment’s notice, but I do need a little recovery time.”
    * * *
    The sun was coming up when they finally had enough of each other. The fire flickered low, and the candles were long out. Propped on her arm, she watched him doze and traced the tattoo of the globe, anchor and eagle on his arm. Sleep beckoned, but she didn’t want the moment to end.
    “Jordan, you know Megan doesn’t blame you, don’t you?”
    His eyes remained half closed. “Yes, she told me at the funeral. But if you were in her place, wouldn’t you blame me?”
    “No.”
    “Come on, Chloe. Somewhere deep down, you would have to blame me. I took away her husband, the father to her daughter.”
    “No. It was war. You didn’t deliver the killing blow. When Megan married him, she knew the risks. There was nothing you could have done. You need to be grateful you’re alive. Live in the here and now. I’m so grateful you’re alive.”

Chapter Ten
     
    The next few days passed in the blink of an eye. They started working on the guest room, referring to it as the writer’s retreat. They could handle most of the interior renovations and save the external for after the storm.
    Every day they worked side-by-side, then spent the evening in each other’s arms. But in the back of her mind, she knew their time together was coming to a close. She wanted the storm to stay, but it was moving past their little town the sun once again came out. The promised ten feet of snow blanketed the landscape, drifting twelve and fifteen foot deep in places. The road crews worked overtime to dig them out. Soon Jordan would be leaving to see Megan, and her heart was breaking.
    Jordan cooked dinner while she looked through the new J.C. Penny catalog to find items for the bedroom. Having colors for the