Free Men of Courage by Lori Foster, Jill Shalvis, Donna Kauffman

tripped over his own feet. He’d always known Rosie was pretty, and that she was built nice. But naked, stretched out on a bed, she was about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
    Her head turned toward him when he stopped in the open doorway. Her hair was tumbled around her face, her body still flushed in selective places—such as her breasts, her belly, her silky thighs.
    Damn, he was getting hard again.
    Ethan cleared his throat and sat beside her on the mattress. “I’m going to clean you up.”
    Now she moved, darting under the covers so fast she was a blur. “You most definitely are not. ”
    Ethan grinned. “Wanna bet?”
    “Don’t even think—”
    He had the covers completely off the bed in a flash, which left Rosie squawking and ready to tussle. He obliged. Wrestling with Rosie wasn’t at all like wrestling with other women. For one thing, she refused to understand that she was the weaker sex. Instead, she fought hard, determined to get the upper hand. By the time Ethan had her hands pinned above her head and his hips settled firmly between her spread thighs so she couldn’t kick him, they were both panting from exertion.
    And he was fully aroused again.
    He grinned down at her, but she didn’t smile back. No, her eyes had turned all molten and she was staring at his mouth. The way he held her left her breasts on display and Ethan had a hard time keeping his gaze off her tight pink nipples and on her face.
    He lowered his forehead to hers. “You’re distracting me, Rosie.”
    “Good.” She lifted her hips in an undulating roll, stroking him with her body. “Let’s do it again.”
    Hell of an idea. “You’re not too sore?”
    She shook her head. “No. Well, maybe just a little, but…no.” She lifted her long lashes to stare up at him. “I want to watch you come again. You are so sexy.”
    Feeling a little self-conscious with her bold statement, Ethan laughed. “You don’t act like a virgin, you know that?”
    Her thighs closed around his waist. “If you stay the night with me, I’ll try to act more virginal.” Since she made that promise while leaning up to nip his chin, Ethan could only nod his agreement. It felt damn good to be wanted so much, especially by Rosie.
    “You have more condoms?” she asked.
    “Just one,” he told her.
    “Then let’s make it last.” She pulled her hands free, pushed him to his back, and Ethan groaned as she climbed atop him.
    Loving Rosie was going to be a lot of fun.
    As the night wore on, so did Ethan’s determination to legally bind her to him. The rest of his life wouldn’t be long enough to love her. He’d discuss it with her in the morning, and thenthey could make plans. With any luck, they could get the marriage business over with on his next day off.
     
    W HEN E THAN AWOKE , he found Rosie at her dresser, putting in earrings. He smiled, thinking how delightful she looked standing there in her slip and nylons, her beautiful hair twisted atop her head.
    He scooted up in the bed and stretched. Rosie turned to face him, smiled, and came to him for a good morning kiss.
    “I’ve got coffee in the kitchen if you want some.”
    He pulled her onto his lap. “I was hoping to find you naked in bed beside me, not half-dressed.”
    “Sorry.” She pushed away and checked her hair to make sure he hadn’t messed it up. “I have to see a client in about half an hour.” Absently, she stroked his chest hair, and her gaze warmed.
    “You look good in my bed, Ethan.”
    “Is that a hint?”
    “That I’d like to see you here more? Absolutely.” She stood and went to the closet to pull out a tailored dress, which she stepped into andbuttoned up. Next she slipped her feet into medium-heeled shoes and she was done.
    It felt right to watch Rosie dress, to be privy to her little morning rituals. He should have awakened in time to shower with her. Tomorrow he would.
    Ethan swung his legs over the side of the bed, stood and scratched his chest. When he reached