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“Ohhh,” he said. “Yeah. What about it?”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“I’m on my way,” he said and quickly ended the call.

I sat up and threw the covers back, shocked by what I’d just done. I rushed to the bathroom.

Am I making a mistake? I asked my reflection in the mirror.

I barely knew the man, but that night in Afghanistan had been special, despite the interruption.

As I continued looking at my reflection, I swished mouthwash back and forth and decided I would just have fun for a night. After that, we would simply see where things went.

I’m still young. It’s no big deal, I tried to convince myself.

I spit into the sink, washed my hands, and then started wondering what I should wear before deciding to stick with the two-piece pajamas set I already had on. They were soft and comfortable, but still a bit sexy. Nevertheless, I undid the top few buttons, figuring that would help.

I then went around the house, making sure everything was in place. Just as I was contemplating whether I should light some candles, put on some music, or get some wine, the buzzer sounded.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself calm before pressing the button to open the security door downstairs.

Right that instant, at the most inopportune time, I thought of Melvin.

What if he called or decided to come over?

For someone who used to be a reporter, I really didn’t think things through sometimes...

I walked over to my front door and opened it an inch, praying it would really be Warren on the other side.

CHAPTER 14

Rose

Warren stood in the hallway.

Relieved, I smiled and stepped back. “Come inside.”

He moved forward quickly, shutting the door behind him. I stood in my living room with pajamas and no socks on my feet, my heart fluttering.

Our eyes met as he stepped forward. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me toward him, my soft body pressing against his hard one.

I stood on my toes and kissed him, wanting my memories to turn into reality. His reaction immediately told me he wanted the same.

Hardly wasting any time, he unbuttoned my top. I began fumbling with his pants, wanting to touch him again and feel him inside of me.

As our clothes came off, we held our kiss until I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.

Looks like we didn’t need candles or soft music after all.

Once we reached my bed, I sat down on the edge of the mattress, just as I had in Afghanistan.

A lustful look fell over Warren’s face as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Once again, his strong thick hands ran over my skin, getting my blood flowing.

He trailed a path up my thigh with his tongue, sending my heart racing. Once his tongue made contact with its destination, I ran my fingers through his hair as he explored every inch of my tender pink flesh. As my whole body tingled, I remembered the explosion in Afghanistan and laughed.

Warren stopped and looked up at me. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m just hoping there won’t be any explosions before we get to it this time.”