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bare shoulders. “All of you, so don’t hold back.”
    “I don’t think I could, even if I tried.” He palmed her bottom in his hands, past ready for both of their jeans to be on the floor. “So one last question for the woman who knows what she wants—leg on or leg off?”
    She blinked in confusion before she smiled and a flush crept across the freckled bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I forgot.”
    “No need to apologize,” he said digging his fingers into the strong muscles of her ass, bringing the heat leaping back into her eyes. “But you’d better give me an answer, or I’ll make the choice myself. I can’t wait much longer to get you out of these clothes.”
    Her breath shuddered out. “Whatever you like. I want you to be comfortable, that’s all that matters to me.”
    “I’m so much more than comfortable right now.” He stepped out of his shoe and right pants leg before reaching down to pop the button on his prosthetic, releasing the pin from the lock. He held her gaze as he stripped off the silicone sleeve that housed the pin. “But you’re wearing way too many clothes.”
    “You’re right.” She reached down, pulling her sweater over her head.
    Before it hit the floor, Colt was pushing her back onto the bed.

CHAPTER SIX
    Colton
    He should put a stop to this right now.
    He should turn around, walk out of Olivia’s bedroom and never look back—do not pass go, do not fuck his little sister’s best friend.
    Instead, Colton stripped Olivia’s ruined jeans down her legs and tossed them away, taking a moment to soak in the sight of her lying on the brightly colored quilt with her curves on display, wearing nothing but a white bra and a tiny scrap of lace between her legs.
    She was so beautiful she took his breath away.
    And there was no way he was leaving her bedroom anytime soon. Not until he’d had her every wicked way he’d been fantasizing about and a few more he was going to make up as they went along.
    “Very different than what you were wearing the last time I saw you half naked,” he said, teasing his fingers back and forth along the waistband of her lace thong, summoning another shiver from Olivia that he knew had nothing to do with the slight chill in the room.
    “Don’t tease me about my granny panties,” she said, her voice breathy.
    “I’m not teasing,” he said. “I like granny panties. On you, anyway.”
    “You know what kind of panties I like? Panties that are on the floor.” She lifted her hips in a clear invitation, one he chose to ignore as he lengthened himself on top of her.
    Her panties were staying on and so were his boxers.
    If he didn’t keep at least that much of a barrier between them, he wouldn’t be able to resist sliding inside her and he didn’t want to rush. He wanted to take his time, to drive her out of her ever-practical mind with wanting him.
    Cupping her white-lace covered breasts in his hands, he bit down on the scrap of fabric between them, using his mouth to tug her bra lower on her ribs, making her gasp as the lacy fabric grazed her nipples. He glanced up to see creamy white skin and small pebbled tips the same cotton-candy pink as her lips, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She was stunning, perfect, and obviously desperate for his touch.
    Her breath came faster, her breasts rising and falling as she met his gaze across the landscape of her body.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, bringing his mouth to hover above one nipple, circling the taut flesh with his tongue. “So beautiful.”
    Olivia arched into his mouth with a moan, making it easy for him to reach behind her back and loose the hooks on her bra. As he transferred his attentions to her other breast, teasing her nipple with slow deliberate flicks of his tongue, he drew her bra straps down her arms, baring her completely to him.
    Taking his time, drawing out each delicious taste, he licked and sucked and nibbled, worshipping her breasts until she squirmed beneath