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fabric of his shirt. “Hey,” she said, pulling away a little.
    “You okay?” He looked instantly concerned.
    Michaela laughed and looked at him from beneath her eyelashes. “I want to see you too.”
    She sat back while he hauled the polo shirt over his head. Even in the starlight, his body took her breath away. His chest was broad and just a little furry and tapered down to a narrower waist, but not too narrow. He was a big guy. His biceps looked almost as big as her thighs, and the thought of comparing them up close made her want to swoon. The left side of his body was marked with scattered scars from shrapnel, and she thought she recognized a healed bullet scar in his right arm. He’d been through hell, and here he was, living and thriving.
    “Well?” His eyes were dark with hunger, and she suddenly felt like they were still both wearing too many clothes.
    “Told you.” Her voice was breathless. “Most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.”
    “Michaela— if we’re going to stop, we should probably stop now.”
    She couldn’t imagine the willpower it took for him to say that, as hard as he was, and if he felt half the burning need she did. “I don’t— I don’t want to stop,” she said, suddenly a little shy. “I, um— I have to take the pill anyway, so...”
    He pulled her close into his arms again, and this time the bit of hair on his chest teased her swollen nipples. “I want to hear you say it.” The way he was looking at her, she knew he’d never give in unless she said the words.
    “I want you,” she breathed. “I want you to take me.” Then, seized by a devil, she added, “I want you to fuck me.” Just saying the word sent a shudder through her that zeroed in right between her legs and made her ache.
    Caleb groaned wordlessly and pulled her to him, kissing her with a fierceness that verged on painful— and she loved every second of it. Now that she’d said it out loud, she could be as bold as she wanted. While Caleb went back to making her nipples burn with pleasure with his mouth, Michaela let herself slide her hand down his massive chest, to the waist of his jeans, and down over the bulge that strained the fabric. He was so big it scared her a little, but it was a good kind of scared, a sitting-at-the-top-of-the-roller-coaster kind of scared. She stroked him and he twitched, making her feel an answering twitch between her legs.
    “Wait,” he gasped, catching her hand in his. “You’ve got me set with a hair trigger.” He met her eyes and grinned a little. “Don’t want to go off too soon.”
    The idea that he wanted her that much made her bite her lip. He eased her to her feet, and after looking at her for permission, undid her jeans and slid them off her, barely paying attention to the pretty blue panties she’d worn just in case— too eager to get them out of his way. Then she stood in front of him stark naked in the starlight, the slight breeze caressing her skin and making her feel wicked, deliciously wicked. Most of the time, it was hard not to worry about her lumps and bumps and soft places, but with Caleb looking at her, each flaw felt polished until it was a perfection. He held her hands as she stood there, and he feasted his eyes on her body.
    Rather than pulling her back down to him, he pulled her forward and braced her hands on the truck cab. When she realized what he meant to do, she gasped. “Caleb, you don’t have to.”
    “What if I want to?” His breath warmed the skin of her thighs and his hands skimmed up the backs of her calves, slowly inching higher. “Don’t you want me to?”
    Oh god, she was embarrassingly wet by now, she had to be. She whimpered as his hands cupped her butt again and pulled her closer to his face. “I do,” she said. Her face was flaming hot as she tilted it up to the night sky. “Anything.”
    He wasn’t timid or reluctant about it. He was telling the truth when he said he wanted to. He pulled her in close and nuzzled his face