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“Did what?”

She snuggles in, and I tighten my arms around her. “I’ve never come onto someone like that, and I’ve never had a one-night stand. Nor have I had sex in a truck in a parking lot. I’ve had one boyfriend, and that was back in high school.”

“Wow, that’s a lot of firsts.” I pull back to look her in the eyes, but she has hers squeezed shut and stays snug against me. “Delaney? Are you all right? Oh shit, are you drunk?”

After a deep breath, she meets my gaze. “No, I’m just a little embarrassed, that’s all.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve never had sex in a parking lot before, and I certainly never forgot to wear a condom. And I never had sex that explosive in my life.”

Her worried look changes to a smile. “Really?”

“Really.” I pull her close again.

“I like that you’re a cuddler and all,” she says, “but we are naked in a public parking lot.”

The sound of laughter a few feet away is a stark reminder.

“You’re right. Let’s get dressed and get out of here.”

We quickly don our clothing as best as we can in the back of a truck I barely fit in. All while trying not to generate any attention.

Once dressed, we get into the front seat, and I drive her to where I’m staying.

“How did you know I’m military?” I ask.

She reaches over and ruffles my hair. “Your hair is cut military short. And by the way you carry yourself, I could just tell.”

I laugh to myself. But then I remember the condition of the apartment when I left earlier. What are the odds my friend cleaned up?

When we walk in, I try to see it through her eyes, and it doesn’t look good. The place is a mess.

“This is my friend’s place. He’s letting me use his spare bedroom since I’m only here for a week.”

She turns to me. “A week?”

I nod. “I’m on leave.”

“I guess we better make good use of our time, then.”

I lead her to the guest bedroom, which is bare except for a mattress on the floor and my bag next to it. “Home sweet home for right now.” I turn to check her reaction, and she launches into me.

“No more talking, Soldier, unless it’s dirty. Very dirty.”

I nip at her neck, loving that this side of her is back out. “It’s sailor, not soldier.”

She moans, and I’m instantly hard and ready to go again.

* * *

A loud knock on the door wakes me. “Hey, you two want to come out for air? I ordered a pizza.”

Delaney stretches next to me. “Food would be good.”

I laugh. The two of us have hardly left this room for the last three days. I’m sore, and she’s sore, yet every time we accidentally touch, it sets us both on fire and we’re going at it again. I’ve never had this all-consuming need to be with someone, be inside someone all the time.

I stand up and stretch. “Okay, but we have to put on some clothes.”

I pull a shirt and shorts from my bag and toss them at her. Then I put on a T-shirt and sweats. She gets dressed, and we walk out to the living room.

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