Darcy was every bit the ace pilot she bragged to be. Snoop had buffalo-sized balls. Doc hadn’t been in the position to witness the duo’s every tactic, but he was experienced in sky warfare and they had dodged a dog fight with impressive skill and speed. He was a mite embarrassed knowing he’d kissed his way through the mayhem. Sure and certain, he was almighty vexed at the affection he felt toward the woman sleeping in his arms. Talk about dangerous foreign ground. Sailing through the darkening skies, Doc pondered his poor judgment of late. He should have ignored Lily’s awkward peck, but no. He’d gotten a taste of her sweetness and the temptation had driven him to reckless distraction. He’d kissed her long and deep. Proper-like, then improper-like. He’d worked his hands beneath her, his, coat, and he’d sampled her curves. Oh, yes, he’d compromised Lily good and plenty. Even now his John Thomas was rock hard and ready. He wanted her in his bed and, even worse, in his life.
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