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My hands caressed her back, my touch feather-light until I kissed her again. Her touch quickly became more frantic. She clutched my shoulders, demanding that I stop tormenting her.

“River.” I wasn’t sure if she shouted my name or sighed it. My hands had moved between her thighs, and I was driving her out of her mind. I knew just where to touch and exactly how much pressure to exert. She writhed in my arms, pleading for me to come to her.

I was desperate to feel every inch of her, to wrap myself in her warmth. Her breathing became more labored, and that excited me even more. I knew she wanted me to finish and stop tormenting her.

I delayed as long as I could to give her as much pleasureas she was giving me. Her response made it impossible to wait any longer. I knew she was ready.

My mouth covered hers, and I moved between her thighs and slowly sank into her liquid heat. She was so tight, so hot, I groaned from the sheer bliss. I stayed utterly still inside her, panting as I whispered her name.

She cried out my name. The ecstasy was overwhelming. Each time we made love was like the first time.

I breathed her name.

Kat wasn’t content to let me catch my breath. I knew she wanted me to give her release again. She lifted her knees to take me in deeper and wrapped her legs around my waist.

Oh, how she wanted to please me, make me as crazed as she was. She bit my shoulder, kissed my mouth, and moved to my neck.

She was panting now. I pulled back and thrust deep, and tears came to her eyes. I was staggered by the intensity of the feelings gathering inside me. My movements became more powerful, more all-consuming, and more demanding.

Even in the throes of making love, I had always been able to control my actions to set my pace. But I couldn’t control anything right now. I thrust into her again and again, powerless to slow down.

She was as passionate as me—tension built within her, ready to burst with the need for release.

I watched as wave after wave of sensation poured over her. I thought she might cry.

I kissed her, then buried my face in her neck, slow to recover. “Damn, sweetheart, you are killing me,” I whispered.

I rolled to my side and pulled her with me. I held her and stroked her, my touch tender now. Neither of us spoke,and both were content for the moment. The minutes ticked by, and she fell asleep in my arms.

She woke up once, and her hand touched me, but I didn’t tell her I was awake. She went back to sleep quickly.

I was in the kitchen heating our Mexican dinner when she walked in. She must have just gotten out of the shower. It looked like she had hastily braided her hair. She stopped and looked at me.

“Hi,” I said, smiling.

“Hi,” she said, approaching me; I wrapped her in my arms. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” she said, and her stomach growled. We both chuckled. “Me too,” I said, kissing her.

“After we eat, can you take me to get my car? I don’t want to ride to work with you,” She said, taking a bite of food.

“Why.”

“Because I don’t want the guys watching our every move, it will be hard enough going into your office and not locking the door. But for them to wait and see if I do is different. So I will drive myself. And one wisecrack from them, I’ll have to show them my martial arts moves.”

“So you want to walk into my office and lock the door?”

“Yes.”

“Knock, knock,” Gage came in through the back door. “Kat, how are you feeling?”

“I feel fine. I’m returning to work tomorrow.”

We smiled as he walked over, got a plate of Mexican food, and sat down with us. “I had a call from Cyclone, and he’s thinking someone else needs to go there as well. He said that another Army Ranger was shot.”

“What? Which one?”

“Kash Walker.”

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