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searching for a place to settle down. But…" She paused and looked up at him, attempting to read his expression. "But, you have a hero complex and have to save damsels in distress. That makes enemies, so you have to keep moving."
    He laughed outright, the sound sending a little thrill down her belly. "You have one hell of an imagination, Rita James."
    The laugh spilled out before she could stop it. "Well, then tell me about the real Falon Harris."
    "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath. "It's not nearly as interesting. I joined the Army out of high school, did my stretch, got out. Along the way, I got married, and divorced. Now I stay on the move, work a little here and there when I need to, and never stay in one place very long."
    "Why?"
    "Why what?"
    "Why keep moving? Surely you must have family? Or maybe you've found a place you liked enough to stay a while?" The prospect of always traveling intrigued her a little. What would that be like? No real responsibilities, no obligations.
    He paused in a pool of light. "I have family, but none I care to stay around very long. And yeah, I've found some nice places, but the road always calls, and I have to go." He turned to face her. "The truth is, I've had a few experiences that just make it easier to keep moving." The corners of his mouth tightened, as if from physical pain. What could hurt someone that deeply?
    The urge came out of nowhere and her free hand rose of its own volition to touch his jaw. Beard stubble prickled her palm and he reached up to wrap his other hand around hers and slid it toward his mouth. For a second he closed his eyes, then opened them to look deliberately at her as he touched his lips to her fingertip.
    Heat blasted through her, threatening to consume her on the spot. The tip of his tongue flicked across the sensitive pad of her finger and air suddenly refused to move through her lungs. And all the while those blue eyes, nearly turquoise, blazed his intentions at her.
    "Rita, I'm not the forever kind." He moved to the next finger. "I can't give you more than a few nights." And the next.
    Boldness she'd never known she possessed voiced her opinion for her. "Good. That's all I want. But I do want that. With you."
    He groaned a little and took her finger between his teeth with gentle pressure. Her little sound of surprise made his eyes flare even brighter and he released her hands to drop his own to her waist and pull her against him. The thick ridge of his arousal slid against her belly and his fingers trailed sparks of heat up her spine, even through the fabric of her shirt.
    When he reached her neck, the fingers of one hand slipped into the back of her hair to cup her skull, while the other moved to her jaw. Gentle pressure tipped her head to meet his mouth as he claimed hers.
    Rita's hands splayed across his chest, tracing the firm contours through his shirt. She could well imagine exploring all that masculinity with her mouth, tasting him and enjoying his torment with her teasing.
    Firm lips slid across hers in an exploratory caress. The tip of his tongue traced the edges of her mouth, then probed to part her lips. Damn, the man knew how to kiss. He tasted the inside of her lower lip, teasing the sensitive flesh with hints of the wondrous things to come.
    Her impatient whimper made him smile against her mouth before he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid across hers in an erotic touch that sent waves of want cascading through her. The hand at her jawline slid down her neck with firm pressure, and then back upward, light as a feather, the teasing touch drawing another whimper from her.
    He drew back just a little, his lips continuing to tug at hers. "You sure about this Rita?"
    "Yeah, I'm sure Falon. Really sure." Desperation came through loud and clear, but she didn't even mind.
    He smiled again, just a little. "Your place or mine?"
    Feeling playful, she drew back ask if to consider. "Mine, I think. Yes, definitely. My bed is more comfortable."
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