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“While I’m not going to disparage any surface when it comes to sex, we’re not having sex for the first time in a single bed in the middle of Camp Lemonnier.”
“It will pass the time.”
He barked out a laugh. “That it would, but so would doing whatever it was youactuallyhad planned for the night.”
She made a face at him. “Spoilsport.”
He snagged her around the waist and pulled her to him. Lowering his head, he kissed her deeply. When he pulled back, she was pressed against him, her body relaxed, her hands on his chest, an easy smile on her fresh-kissed lips.
“You want to tell me what your real plans for the evening are?” he asked, still keeping his arms looped around her, holding her body against his.
She pulled him down into one more kiss, though this one was more of a soft press of their lips together, then she stepped away.
“I want to go grab a beer and a burger at the bar and eavesdrop on gossip. Then I want to come back to the hotel and do a little more research into McElroy and the friends he had before enlisting.”
He glanced at his duffel. Cyn had changed into a pair of cutoffs and a tank top. Chances were, at thirty-eight, she’d be older than most of the men they’d encounter at the on-base pub, but he had a sneaking suspicion she’d dressed that way on purpose. As cliché as it was, it would be hard for some men to resist approaching her. And the more she got them talking, the more she might learn.
If she wanted to play it that way, he could play along. Not that he’d ever be able to compete with her on the sexiness scale, but he had a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that he knew made him look good.
“Give me five minutes?” he asked.
“You going to change?”
He nodded.
“Or I could stay.”
His lips quirked. “You want a show?”
“I wouldn’t mind. I’ve only ever seen you mostly bundled up.”
He laughed and shook his head as he reached into his bag and pulled out his shorts and the T-shirt. If she wanted to watch, who was he to argue?
He unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off before reaching over his shoulders and pulling his undershirt over his head.
Cyn sank down onto his bed.
Just for fun, he meandered to the bathroom, wearing nothing but his jeans. He liked to work out and knew he had a body many women appreciated, and he was definitely enjoying Cyn’s appreciation. She leaned over to watch him through the open door.
He grabbed his toothbrush and proceeded to brush his teeth, bending over the sink to give her a good show.
“You’re doing that on purpose,” she said.
He rinsed his mouth, then dried it with the towel. “What?” he asked, unbuttoning his jeans as he walked toward her.
“Showing off.”
He flashed her a smile. “You did ask for a show.”
“It will give me something to think about when I’m alone in bed tonight.”
Suddenly, Joe wasn’t so sure about the wisdom of undressing in front of Cyn. The moment he slid his jeans off, she was going to be greeted by a part of his anatomy that was eager to say hello. But the thought of her thinking of him while she was in bed wasn’t an image his body could ignore.
Maybe he should take a page from her book and jump right in. Not into bed with her—they had things they needed to do tonight—but into whatever this was between them. With that thought in mind, he popped the last button and slid his jeans down.
Sure enough, Cyn got an eyeful. Her eyes widened, and honest to fuck, she licked her lips. Her pulse was beating a tattoo that he could see at the base of her neck, and her eyes stayed glued to his cock that had decided now would be a good time to show off.
“Holy fuck, I want to taste that,” she all but whispered.
