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look around the area revealed they were very much alone and no cameras pointed at the truck. Satisfied, he hoisted her up and followed, barely letting her slide away as she scooched to grab the blankets.
    They tripped over each other, laughing as they spread the blankets out. Her fingers went back to the buttons on his shirt and he searched for whatever the hell held her dress together. “Strip, Marine.” The amused arousal thickened her voice.
    “Yes ma’am.”
    She inched back, peeling out of her dress and his tongue had to be hanging out as the dress vanished, leaving only creamy pale skin, full breasts and hard nipples peeking over the top of two scraps of lace she’d tied together to make a bra. Her pantyhose came next and joined his shirt, belt and pants. His shoes and socks were an afterthought, but he could only stare at the long length of her tanned legs and the scraps of pale skin around her barely-there panties.
    “You are so damn beautiful.” And she was. He had to slow down before he embarrassed himself and came inside his shorts.
    “Stop talking, Marine. The action’s right here.” The teasing quirk to the corner of her mouth, the spark in her eyes—this was his Rebecca. All fiery passion, spitfire and love.
    So much damn love .
    “Are you sure? I know I made a mess of that apology and you have every right to….”
    She surged up from the blanket, meeting him breast to chest, her fingers covering his mouth. “Shh…it’s always been you. Always. I never wanted anyone else. I thought I got past it, I was over it and I was moving on. But every guy who ever asked me out, I measured against you and they all came up short. I. Love. You.” She punctuated the last three words with a kiss, her cool fingers stroking over his chest.
    He knew the moment she found the scars. A burn from a fight in Kandahar. A cluster of three puckered scars from bullets in Kabul. A thick slash from shrapnel in a city he couldn’t remember. Her gaze shifted down and her lips trailed down his jaw to his chest. She stroked each scar gently, before laving her tongue over them. Each touch of her lips added balm to the deeper scars, the ones stretching into his soul.
    “We wasted so much time. Please don’t make me wait anymore, Luke.”
    He groaned. He could deny her nothing. He tugged her upward, catching her mouth with his. He bit down on her lower lip and shifted her until she lay down against the rough blanket. He barely noticed the scratchy and durable fabric as he took his own time kissing down to her chest. Her bra unhooked in the front, a thought he was vaguely glad for or he would have just ripped it off.
    Her sharp cry when his lips rasped over one turgid nipple filled him with satisfaction. He teased it with his teeth, tugging until her fingers closed on his head, before moving to the other and showering it with the same attention. Goose pimples rippled over her flesh, and he blew against the second damp nipple.
    He could dine there for hours, playing with her breasts, and feasting on her responses. His fingers slid down to the thin scrap of black. He tugged it, tearing the barely-there panties wide open to explore the damp curls. His cock jerked at the silken heat waiting between her nether lips.
    “You’re so wet,” he whispered, half in wonder, half in pleasure-drunken stupor. He stroked the lips apart, teasing the hard, throbbing nub pulsing beneath his thumb. Her moans grew louder and she cried out, spasming against his fingers. He tilted his gaze upward, watching her mouth open and close as he continued to tease her sex. Her orgasm drenched his fingers and he stroked her through it.
    Pure, masculine satisfaction rolled through him. He wanted to taste that orgasm and he scooted downwards, his mouth trailing wet kisses across her trembling belly to the curls. The scent of her filled his nostrils. She was so feminine. He tasted sweet vanilla and musky female.
    “Luke!” His name bolted from her lips as he