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as he took her into his mouth and sucked gently. She tasted sweet as candy, her skin infused with the coconut-lime scent that made his head swim.
    “Ohhh,” she moaned, closing her eyes and tipping her head back. His free hand played with the other hard peak, rolling and tugging it before replacing his fingers with his mouth. He moved back and forth between her nipples, sucking one then the other, enjoying her little whimpers and the bite of her fingers against his scalp. Her legs moved restlessly beneath him, squirming in place. A wordless plea for more.
    There was so much he wanted to do to her, but he didn’t know how far to take this. Need clawed at his guts. He forced it aside. This was about her, and he wasn’t going to push her, take the chance of scaring her. He’d wanted her for years; he could wait a little longer. When he went back to Afghanistan in a couple of weeks he wanted to know she’d be here waiting for him, that she needed him too.
    He couldn’t tell her how he felt about her now—it would spook her. But he could show her.
    Slowly. Gently.
    His hand shook slightly as he gripped the hem of her skirt. Her leg was so smooth against his palm. Biting back a groan, he raised his head to watch her face when he slid the knee-length material higher up her thighs.
     
    Tia quivered with excitement as Alex sucked at her tight nipples, each tug of his mouth sending streamers of pleasure straight to her aching pussy. Her inner walls tightened in a desperate plea for release, one she knew he could give her. She was so lost in what he was doing she didn’t feel his hand lifting her skirt until he pulled his mouth away from her breast. Cool air brushed over her aching core.
    She stiffened and grabbed his wrist.
    Nice dimples. Too bad they’re not on your face, where they belong.
    A hard lump settled in her stomach ad David’s cruel words played in her head. He’d been so angry with her that day, resentful that they hadn’t had sex in months.
    She shook the thought away. It wasn’t too bright in the living room, but there was enough light for Alex to see all the imperfections on her body. Especially her hated thighs. She’d lost weight and made a point of exercising regularly since leaving her ex, but she didn’t exactly consider herself a swimsuit model.
    Alex watched her, his gentle fingertips sweeping over the skin of her inner thigh. Making her even wetter. “What, baby?”
    “Nothing.” Fighting the urge to snatch down her skirt, to cover her naked breasts, she uncurled her fingers from around his wrist. She didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want to ruin the moment. This was Alex, and he’d never deliberately hurt her. And if the bulge in his jeans was any indication, her body didn’t disgust him in the least. She let out a slow breath and concentrated on the feel of his hand, so warm and tantalizing against her skin.
    “Kiss me.” She needed to get out of her head and stay out of it. One hand reached up to find his hair and tugged his head down until their lips met. A soft moan escaped when his tongue entered her mouth, caressing hers so gently it made her tremble. The hot glow between her legs intensified, his touch burning away everything but sensation. So good.
    His fingers resumed their lazy foray toward her wet center while he cupped her breast and kissed a path to its aching tip. The first touch of his mouth brought her back off the couch. For some reason it was more intense this time. She clenched her hands in his hair and cried out, drowning in sensation. “More.” She’d never wanted a man this badly. Alex was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen as he bent over her to suck her tender nipples again, easing the heated ache there. His dark hair brushed against the side of her breast, thick lashes resting against his cheeks as he enjoyed her. The light caress of his fingers at the crease of her inner thigh made her tremble. So close to where she needed them. But he didn’t give her