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realized they were still standing—she was holding him for dear life and he was pressed against the wall by the door. “You knew I was, or else you wouldn’t be here.”
    “Don’t be so sure about that. I can be pretty persuasive either way.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes momentarily.
    “You’re still in pain.” She stroked his cheek lightly, her bare breasts seeking relief in brushing the hard rub of his fatigues.
    “Little bit.”
    “Then maybe you should let me do all the work,” she murmured. He didn’t argue, not when she unzipped his fatigues and stroked him, just sucked in a hard breath and smiled—and oh, that smile …
    His hands wandered over her breasts—finally—fingers playing with her taut nipples as she continued to caress his cock in her palm.
    “Hurry, Jamie,” he said suddenly, his hands grabbing at her hips, urging her against him again. His arousal brushed her wet sex and yes, she was more than willing to hurry.
    But this time, they weren’t on a downed plane in Africa, away from most forms of civilization, and her mind was clearer. Somewhat. “Protection. We need—”
    He was staring at her, head cocked to the side while she spoke. And then he shook his head like he was clearing it and pulled a condom out of his pocket, rolled it on quickly. “I remembered this time.”
    It was her turn to tell him, “Hurry.” She pushed his pants down over his hips, freeing him.
    Despite his injuries, he had her back against the wall, legs around his waist. He entered her in one excruciatingly slow stroke and they stayed that way for a moment, both speechless, eyes locked.
    When he moved again, her eyes went wide and a gasp escaped her throat. He braced himself with his hands, palms flat on the wall behind her as he began to rock his hips harder and faster.
    “First time since Africa?” he asked.
    She nodded, because she was damned near incoherent as he pressed into her, long strokes that filled her to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside of her.
    “We always … end up … like this,” he panted, his breath warm in her ear. “Want a chance to take … my … time … Fuck, Jamie.”
    She came first, he was right behind, struggling to stay on his feet as she clung to him, not caring about anything but the way he made her feel.
    She groaned when he pulled out, eased her legs down, and once her feet were on the floor she finally let go of him.
    He remained close, his forehead pressed to the wall above her head, his breath quick.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Fucking-A right I’m okay,” he muttered, his hand warm on her belly, as if to keep her in place near him. “Just need a minute.”
    She started to reach up to stroke his hair and stopped herself, pulling back the way she had months earlier. This time, it was for far different reasons. “About today …”
    “Let’s not go there again,” he said. And she didn’t push it further. Granted, she’d just gone way out of bounds, but the case itself was simple. Unfortunately straightforward, with a horrible toll. Heartbreaking for him and seemingly over for her.
    “Seriously, why did they let you out? I didn’t think the hospital gave out passes.”
    “Yeah, they kind of don’t.” He shrugged. “They don’t exactly know I’m gone. Well, no, that’s not true, two people know. I promised I’d be back before midnight.”
    “You shouldn’t have done that—you’re hurt.”
    “I needed to,” he said simply. “I couldn’t sit staring at those walls anymore. Couldn’t relive it for another second. At least this way, I’ve gotten an hour of peace.”
    He pulled away from her and began to straighten his clothes. She did the same, attempted to button her shirt back up until she realized most of the buttons had gotten torn off. She opted for a T-shirt instead, and then walked him to the elevator—out of concern for his health, she told herself. Nothing at all to do with the fact that he’d wound his hand into hers and