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mercy of his mouth, she was doing just fine.
    When his lips left hers, she groaned in frustration.  Then sighed in pleasure as they nuzzled her neck.  Sighing turned to full-blown moaning and writhing when he sucked her sensitive flesh hard.  He might leave a hickey if he wasn’t careful.  She was secretly hoping he wouldn’t be careful.
    Instinctively, she ground her hips against his, pulling an animalistic groan from him.  His thick, brown hair was just as untamed and unruly as he was.  Lacey couldn’t resist running her fingers through it as she asked softly, “Are we going to have sex now?”
    She panicked when his lips stopped teasing her and his body grew still.  His voice was strained with unfulfilled desire.
    “No.”
    “Why not?”
    The feel of his calloused hand caressing her cheek tickled the pleasure center of her brain.  She imagined what it would be like to have such roughness cupping her breasts, fingering the folds of her womanhood.
    “First, we’re lying right in the middle of a war zone.  Second, I’m filthy, Lacey.  I don’t want to soil you or your reputation.”
    Wiggling her hand between their bodies, she smoothed her palm over the length of his erection.
    He growled and caught her wrist.  “You’re not making this easy.”
    She could barely think with his fingers gripping her, trapping her hand against his steely flesh.  Yet she sensed the careful restraint he was exercising so as not to squeeze too tight.
    “I’m not trying to make it easy.  I’m trying to make it hard.”
    His voice rumbled low and dangerous.  “You need it harder than this?” he asked, thrusting his pelvis into hers. 
    His body heat seared her through their clothing.  She was so glad she had traded in her heavy denim blue jeans for a lightweight knit skirt before leaving her apartment or else she would surely be burning alive beneath him.  Plus, it allowed her to feel his erection in great detail.  His cock was long and thick and had a nice big helmet.  She was desperate to feel him inside her.
    “No, I just need it.”
    He cursed.  It was sexy, and she loved it. 
    “Fuck.  I’d crawl across the fiery coals of hell on my belly to pound your pussy, but I won’t take you in a car under gunfire when I am filthier than any pig.  I respect you far too much.”
    She couldn’t hide the disappointment on her face.  She wasn’t a whore.  But there was a good possibility one or both of them could be killed.  If it came to that, she didn’t want either of them to miss this opportunity.  Pulling her wrist from his grasp, she pressed his palm to her pussy and said, “If we’re in the middle of hell, you can’t expect me to act like an angel.  So touch me, Chance.  Please.”
    Lacey licked her lips like a sex-crazed slut while holding his gaze.  She watched his eyes darken and listened to his breath coming hard as he eased his hand between her thighs.  She edged her legs wider, too wanton to deny him or herself.
    Chance growled.  He did that a lot.  It was good.  Really good.  His growls sent shivers of pleasure down her spine, sending white-hot heat straight through her sex.
    When a long, strong finger fluttered across her feminine folds, she cried out. 
    Grabbing a fist full of her long, wavy hair, he groaned, “God, Lacey, you’re so sexy.”  
    Her eyes watered when he gave her thick locks a firm tug.  Pulling her head back, he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit it.  Her peepers weren’t the only place drawing extra moisture. She wondered if Chance would notice the rush of liquid between her thighs.
    A rakish smile slashed across his handsome face, stealing her breath.  “Hmm, my Apple Pie Angel likes it dirty and a little rough.”
    Before she could respond, they were interrupted by a cane tapping against the driver’s window.  Neither had noticed the abrupt cessation of gunfire.
    Lacey peered over Chance’s shoulder at an older man who looked to be around