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Fresh, crisp
sheets adorned the bed, the duvet pulled down in invitation. He
came to a stop next to it.
    “Shoes off,
love.”
    Her eyes were
dark as she did as he asked, toeing one off and then the other. She
wasn’t wearing pantyhose, her legs bare against his arm where he
clasped her under her knees. Good. Pantyhose were the least sexy
thing he could think of. While he had her pegged as a stockings
type of girl, the less wrapping he had to take off her, the
better.
    “You’re
beautiful. How did I get so lucky?”
    He slid her
down the front of his body, feeling every curve and hollow, until
the luscious curve of her breasts mashed against the solid expanse
of his chest. Her fingers threaded through the hair on the back of
his neck, her entire body pressed against him. He closed his eyes
for a second as a shudder rolled through him.
    The brush of
her fingers on his cheek made him look at her. Her lips were pursed
in concern as she examined the injury there. Truth be told, he’d
forgotten about it.
    “Poor wounded
warrior. You must get really beat up on the pitch,” she said,
reaching up on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. He intercepted
the next one, her sweet lips landing on his again.
    The taste of
her exploded on his tongue when he parted her lips and drove
inside. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, and played with the
buttons on his shirt. Her fingertips dipped under the fabric to
brush against his chest in maddening little brushes. He growled
against her lips, feeling his control beginning to slip. When he
couldn’t take anymore, he moved, capturing her hands in one of
his.
    “My turn to
touch.”
    It had to be,
or this was going to be the quickest fuck she’d ever had, and he
didn’t want that. He wanted to drag it out, go slow and savour the
experience. He had one chance to make a first impression with her,
and he was determined to make it a good one, to make sure that
he
was the standard by which she measured all other men by
from this day forwards.
    Biting back the
surge of jealous anger at the thought of her with someone else, he
located the zipper at her spine and pulled the tab down. It gave
with a rasp, the sound a low whisper in the room. He watched her as
he pulled it all the way, noting the changes in her eyes. The
growing heat and darkness. The tiny hitch in her breathing. Her
gaze dropped to his lips, her own parting.
    “Do you know
what you do to me, looking like that?” He had no idea what he was
saying. He was talking shit but didn’t care. She was gorgeous, and
he had no idea what she saw in an ugly son of a bitch like him, but
he wasn’t going to argue. No way, no how.
    With shaking
fingers, he peeled her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to
the ground until she was left standing in front of him in her
underwear. Stunned, he just looked at her. Beauty, brains and a
body like that?
    He’d hit the
fucking jackpot.

Chapter Three
     
    Oh my god.
She’d forgotten how nerve-racking letting a guy see her body for
the first time could be. Biting her lip, Fern fought the urge to
cover herself with her hands as she stood in front of Tom. She
wasn’t in the worst shape, but not the best either, so the thought
of him seeing her wobbly bits brought instant heat to her cheeks.
Unable to stand it anymore, she spread her hands to cover up.
    “No. I want to
see you.”
    He moved like
lightning, grasping her hands and holding them out to the side. His
face had been in shadow before, but the movement brought him into
the dim light offered by the blinds at the window. Desire tightened
his features, heat and a wicked darkness in his eyes that made her
shiver.
    He stepped
back, into shadow again, but she could still feel his eyes on her,
noting everything about her appearance. She felt like some medieval
servant girl brought in to pleasure her lord. Biting her lip again,
she jumped when he growled at her. An honest-to-goodness primal
male growl.
    “Do that
again…” he warned, letting go