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happen,” she hastened to cut him off before he could suggest the naked part as something he’d like to see.
    He smiled, pleased when her gaze dipped to his mouth before she made eye contact again. “I’ll see you at noon tomorrow. Don’t be late,” he ordered. “Oh, and I want you to be comfortable while you’re working. It’s going to be in the mid-nineties, so feel free to wear a bikini, the smaller the better.”
    She bit her lower lip and looked up at him from under her lashes, as if coming to a decision. Then she flattened her hand against his chest. “My, Gunny. Your heart is racing awfully fast. Maybe I should wear a bikini.” She took a step forward and brushed against his raging hard-on. “Or better yet, not wear one? Maybe we could have some fun together after all.”
    “Christ, yeah.” He hadn’t thought it would be this easy, but he’d take what he could get.
    April smacked him in the chest, her coquettish smile gone as if it had never been. “Dream on. Bikini, my ass. But if you want, feel free to wear a thong. I’d just love to see that.” She snickered and walked to the door, then held it open for him. “Good day, Gunnery Sgt. Thorn.”
    “Back at ya, Major Hotness.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You are such a pain in my ass.”
    Not yet, but with any luck, I will be soon enough.
    “And stop thinking what you’re thinking. God, men are such pigs.”
    He laughed all the way home.

Chapter Three

    April smiled at Matt and refused dessert. Good Lord, what had she been thinking to tease Thorn like that? The man could chew her up, spit her out, and not break a sweat. He had muscles on top of muscles on top of more muscles. And that mean glint in his eye when he watched her, not a nice man. Unfortunately, he was just her type.
    She felt aroused just thinking about him and how large he’d been…all over. She subtly fanned herself while Matt ordered a piece of cake, unable to stop thinking about her earlier encounter. She’d let Thorn see her morning face, and he hadn’t bolted. Then she’d tried to out-glare him while chowing down on those amazing pastries, but he’d stayed the course, then surprised her with a kiss.
    Kiss was too tame a term. He’d practically blown her mind with his firm lips and a hint of tongue. God, when she’d felt him so thick and hard against her, his dick practically visible through the thin nylon running shorts he wore, she’d wanted to swoon. A shower and a grower. Yum. Though she’d tried to pretend like she hadn’t been scoping him out when she’d met him at her front door, she’d taken in every detail of the sexy gunnery sergeant.
    He had height, brawn, and corded strength in both his mass and his personality, which made him even more imposing and dangerous. Her inner sex kitten had wanted to roll over and purr while he stroked her. Her nipples had been stiff for nearly the entire breakfast. Only some subtle posturing had hidden them until he’d pressed that powerful chest against hers.
    He’d barely held her close, but she’d felt his body heat bleed through to hers. She could have had him. When she’d teased him, feeling his thick chest through the tee-shirt, his heart had been racing. His cock was huge and hard and he wanted her. But had she taken him up on it? Nooo. Why? Because I’m a lame-ass now out with the most boring man known to…man.
    “And then a few of us were talking and Joss Whedon walked by,” Matt was saying while the waiter brought him his dessert. “I mean, he’s a god among script writers. Boy, I couldn’t believe…”
    She heard blah blah blah and nodded to feign interest. It wasn’t Matt’s fault he was too nice. He’d been a perfect gentleman throughout their date. She couldn’t see him grabbing her close and kissing the breath out of her. Nor could she see him standing up to her if she let loose her notorious temper and let him have it. But then, Matt didn’t seem the type to stir her to such an extreme. Not like