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From the moment
she’d met him, this man was gunning for a header of his own in Webster’s under
the word ferocious. This tenderness illuminated a new facet of him. How
many more of these surprises would he unveil tonight?
    She yearned to
get started on that answer, but the man himself didn’t seem to agree. Though
his other still hand circled the sensitive membranes at the entrance of her
vagina, driving her into the stratosphere from aching heat, he didn’t enter
her.
    “Zeke, please!”
    A ragged sigh
fell off his lips. “Rayna.” It sounded damn near like an entreaty from, too. A deep
furrow invaded his brow. “Fuck…Rayna.”
    She dug her
fingers into the longer hairs along his nape. “ You did this to me. Now
you have to help me!”
    A ragged sigh
shook his whole frame. He dropped his forehead to hers. “Honey, I’d love
nothing better than to bury my finger inside you right now. I’ve fantasized
about it, okay? Lots of times. I’ve dreamed about what you’d feel like,
taste like, be like. But—”
    He stopped
himself with a huff. Rayna grabbed his jaw. “But what?”
    His eyes
glimmered like hazel kaleidoscopes. The rest of his face tightened. “If I get
my finger inside you, I won’t stop there.”
    Hell. If his
touch didn’t have her soaked already, that growl of a confession would’ve done
the trick. Her tunnel sluiced with new arousal. The rest of her body joined the
ride. Her nipples pushed at her sleep tee. Her inner thighs burned. She
writhed, so ready to detonate, so hating the word stop in so many ways.
    “I don’t want
you to.” She ran her thumb along his jaw, savoring the bite of his scruff.
    A dark laugh quirked
his face. “You know I’ve spent the last eight weeks with a bunch of rancid
guys, right? You know my only lover’s been my fist, and that the only reason I
even suggested getting you like this was because I got so damn worried about
your piercing, and—” he dropped his head with a harsh grunt. “Shit. If this was
an op, my approach would’ve had us both toes up with bullets in our brains.”
    “No.” She dug
her fingers beneath his beard, digging into his skin. “No talk of killing. No
talk of death.” When his gaze lifted into hers, she didn’t hold back on letting
him see everything inside her. The pure gratitude. The raw attraction. The
scorching need. “We’ve both danced at that edge before. Not now. Tonight, the
dance is about living. About celebrating.” She let her hands travel back,
delving into his scalp again. “I know this isn’t forever. I know you can’t give
me that. It’s not what I want.”
    When conflict
still glittered in his gaze, she took a determined breath and shifted her other
hand—from her crotch to his. She shoved back her insecurity. This point had to
stick. When her fingers closed around his erection, she stroked it as if his
clothes weren’t there and she held his bare, hard length in her hand.
    “I only want
you, Zeke. I need you. Here. Tonight. Inside me. Please.”

 
     

Chapter Three
     
    It wasn’t the
first time a woman grabbed him like this. It wouldn’t be the last. But holy hell,
Z didn’t know if another’s touch would ever affect him this way. His thighs
trembled. His heartbeat skidded. Christ, his toes were tingling.
    He had to get a
grip. She wasn’t some goddamn lust fairy. She was simply the first body he’d
been near in two months that didn’t smell like a goat and fart like a cretin.
So what if she’d been his go-to fantasy during those months, his escape from
considering that the squad’s targets had enough plutonium to decimate half of
South Asia? So what if her body was more sleek, sensual, lithe and gorgeous
than even his best dreams? So what if that diamond nestled in her lush curls
turned the peach beneath it into his new fruit to crave?
    Shit.
    His only intention
had only been to make sure she was safe, comforted, and lulled back into a
peaceful sleep. He was a man of control, including