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him glance toward Jasmine as she sat with the military wives.
    As intriguing as he found her to be, she had an aura of loneliness around her.   Maybe it was because of who she was and what she dealt with as a Navy Corpsman.   Which made the little voice in his head remind him that the last thing he needed was a woman who'd soon be gone.   She might not be going back to Afghanistan, but she had other plans.   He doubted they included becoming involved with anyone.
    He'd already had enough of women who left and couldn't engage emotionally.   That’s why he wasn’t even thinking of getting involved again.   Of course, nothing said that this had to be anything more than a very satisfying one night stand for both of them.
    He definitely could picture that , he thought anticipating how he would slip off that simple dress to reveal what was beneath.   Or maybe just fuck her standing up, most clothing still on.   Those beautiful legs tight around him.   The little buttons on her dress undone to bare those lush breasts so he could suck and lick her tits.   Drive into her to find his own satisfaction as she screamed his name as she came.
    Fuck, what am I thinking?   She's a guest and a friend, he said to himself as his cock twitched in his pants and he had to suck in a breath to control the need pummeling his body.
    But even as he thought that, he found himself walking toward her as the lead singer for the band urged all the couples in the room to come and dance with the newlyweds.   When he stood before her, hand outstretched in invitation, he said, “Would you like to dance?”

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
    Jasmine watched him swagger sexily toward her.   She pictured him stripping off his clothes as he did so.   First his jacket and then his shirt, revealing the hard muscles beneath his clothes.   Maybe stopping to do a little shimmy and shuck off his pants.
    She licked her suddenly dry lips and fought off the fantasy, reminding herself that it was crazy to think about this man as anything other than Jase's friend.
    When he reached her, he held out his hand in invitation.   She glanced around nervously, stuck in a surreal “What? Who me?” moment.
    “Dance? With you?” she asked with almost a squeak in her voice, still kind of wondering if he was being serious about his interest.
    He mimicked her earlier action, looking around before that big playful grin erupted on his features again.   “Yeah, with me.   I don't see anyone else standing here, sticking their hand out and waiting.”
    She knew then what Adam must have felt like when Eve held out the apple.
    He was sinful temptation and everything a woman could want, but she worried she'd pay for it dearly if she accepted.
    “It's just a dance,” he said and she mentally repeated the words, telling herself that she was reading way too much into the invitation and to her own attraction to this man.
    She slipped her hand into his and hesitantly rose from her chair.   With a gentle tug, he hurried them toward the dance floor, where couples of all ages were swaying to the slow music.   As they eased through a gap in the bodies and onto a small patch of free space, Tommy placed a hand at her waist and kept a respectful distance.   But it was crowded and she kept on getting bumped, so she moved a little closer, not that it helped.
    At another bump that had her wincing since it tweaked her injured shoulder, he exerted subtle pressure on her waist and drew her closer still, until their bodies brushed together.
    Beneath the elegantly tailored tux and shirt, he was all hard muscle and hot male and her body immediately responded. Once again she pictured him peeling off that jacket and shirt.   Visualized pressing her lips against all that smooth skin and taking a bite before she reined in her imagination.
    It's just because it's been way too long , she told herself.   More than just the two months she'd spent recuperating overseas before coming stateside.