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a wash of incandescent heat blazing throughout his body, from his toes to the top of his head. Blasting away everything except pure, red-hot desire for this one woman.
    He looked at his hand over hers and felt more heat wash over him. His hand was larger, darker, stronger, angled over hers. A mental image of the two of them exploded in his head. This is exactly what they’d look like in bed. His larger, darker, stronger body over hers, moving deeply in hers…
    He closed his eyes at the image and breathed the intensity out.
    He opened them again to find her watching him, looking slightly anxious. But she was also deep pink with some strong emotion he hoped to God was at least one millionth of the lust he felt, her mouth open as if she couldn’t pull in enough air.
    God knows he couldn’t. There was no air in his lungs, just a burning sensation. Heat suffused him, inside and out.
    They stared at each other. She had the most amazing eyes, a light blue with green streaks, shimmering as if the ocean were at her feet and reflected in her eyes.
    He breathed in a gasp. Said words that were wrenched straight from his chest without any prior thought at all. “I want you.”
    Oh, fuck. The words were out there, stark and simple, and he couldn’t call them back. He barely recognized his own voice—low and guttural, as if the words came from somewhere deep inside him. And they had. They came from his very core.
    He’d played the sex game all his life. He liked women and he liked sex, and though he wasn’t as slick as some, he knew how to say enough sweet honeyed words to get a woman into his bed. Some wanted romantic words, some wanted sexy talk. Some didn’t require much talking at all.
    He’d never just come out with it like that. Crude and simple. I want you .
    He scrabbled for more words, better words, but they just weren’t coming. In his head was heat and the image of them tangled together, skin to skin, so close they could feel each other’s heartbeat. He had a sensory hallucination for a second where he could feel what it would be like entering her, parting her lower lips with his cock…
    He tightened all the muscles in his stomach and groin because he was a second away from coming.
    He opened his mouth and all that came out was air.
    Since there weren’t any more words he could say, he simply sat there, trying to control his breathing. Trying to give the impression of a man who was in control, who had control, when it was slipping through his fingers.
    There’d been a flicker of something in her eyes. God, what?
    Her small hand flexed under his. For a terrible moment, he thought she was going to refuse. Slide her hand out from under his and say no.
    At the thought, it was if his chest filled with barbed wire. He was a strategic thinker—in the battlefield, under fire, he could always see the next step and the one after that.
    Right now? He had no sense of what he’d do if she said no. None. He wanted her so much, it felt unthinkable that they weren’t going straight to bed to start having sex just as quickly as their legs could carry them.
    Shit, if she said no, he couldn’t even drop to his knees and beg her. His fucking leg would crumple. He’d fall over flat on his ass.
    But the god of wounded warriors smiled on him, after a whole year of fucking with him.
    “I know,” she said softly. “I can see that you want me.”
    He froze. She could see it? How? He felt as big as a house, but she couldn’t see him below the waist. Obviously his face showed his ballooning need. He hoped whatever she saw didn’t scare her.
    He took in another breath in a gasp. Tried to get all the words out before speech was beyond him, because they needed to be said.
    “I don’t know what you’ll decide, but if I do get lucky, then I need to give full disclosure. I haven’t had sex in two years. I was deployed in—well, a bad, sandy place for a year, and I spent the year after that in hospitals and rehab clinics trying to put