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over her head, in an attempt to display her breasts to their best advantage possible, under three layers of clothing.
    “I’m sorry if I kicked you,” she said, turning slightly, so that their thighs touched. He froze; she could feel him holding his breath.
    "Anne," he said softly. "Once I start, I'm not going to be able to stop."
    She slipped her hand between their bodies, and finally satisfied herself that the bulge was real. "Once you start, I'm not going to want you to stop," she responded just as softly.
    Groaning, pushing his hips against her hand, he skimmed his hands down her body and somehow - somehow got them under the long-john shirt. First his fingers found her nipples and then his mouth - that soft mouth she'd been eyeing for so many days. His beard had gone beyond stubble after more than two weeks with no razor, and when he caught her sensitive tip in a long soothing bite, she though she was going to climax without him ever going below her waist.
    Not that she had to wait long for that. Before she could catch her breath, he was skimming the long-john bottoms down, and not being particularly gentle about it. "I've wanted to do this since the first time I laid eyes on you, Annie," he breathed in her ear. "I wanted to bend you over O'Brien's desk and blister your ass for being such a brat, and then fuck you right then and there. Fuck you until you screamed."
    "O'Brien would have loved that."
    "Should have done it anyway…" Somehow - Anne didn't know how - he'd managed to get his own long johns down. The bulge was a full-fledged erection, hot, hard, smooth against her hand and her belly, and before she knew it he was on top of her, separating her thighs with his own hard ones. "Baby, I'm sorry, I can't…"
    He didn't elaborate about just what he couldn't do, but he didn't need to. With one long fluid stroke, he slid into Anne hard. She was so wet for him, it was embarrassing, but he didn't seem to mind.
    For the first time in her life, Anne knew what it was like to have a man who was literally out of his mind with lust. She realized in some dimly aware part of her brain that Cameron must have been on the verge of exploding for days, and she marveled at his control. She'd picked up on a few moments of sexual tension - seen his eyes on her when he thought she wasn't looking - but the level of raw lust that was pouring from his thrusting body into hers… she hadn't seen this coming, not by a long shot.
    He locked his mouth onto hers and simultaneously thrust both of his hands under her bare ass, drawing her body into him. She felt possessed… taken… like she'd never felt before, and then, although she would not have thought it possible, he slammed into even harder than before. And the man who didn't swear, who didn't use four letter words, was groaning out every obscenity she'd ever heard and a few that she hadn't.
    He collapsed on her, whispering "Oh God, Oh God," over and over again.
    "I think I'm smothering," she croaked out.
    "Oh God," he said again, but managed to roll off of her. "I'm so sorry, Annie."
    "For what?"
    "For… being so… fast."
    Anne laughed. "It was fine."
    He rolled into her and bit her ear. "I'll make it up to you."
    "No…," she started, but his hand had already skimmed down her body to her slick thighs. "Spread your legs."
    She blushed in the darkness. "No, it's too…"
    "Spread your legs, or I'll spank you, and then you'll spread 'em anyway."
    Gasping with her own lust, she parted her thighs, and learned very quickly that there was another thing that Staff Sergeant Geoffrey Cameron, RCMP was good at. Those long fingers she'd admired for so many days deftly parted her wide, and the rough pad of his thumb found her hard clit… just so. And when she came in his arms, she started to cry.
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    She awoke before he did the next morning. It was actually quite a miracle that she woke at all because Staff Sergeant Cameron, although apparently a slow-starter, once let loose, was no slouch