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advance on that goodnight kiss?”
    His lips twitched. “Is this a rebound thing?”
    “Oh, no. If anything, it’s a James Bond thing.”
    “Now, that’s annoying.” He rolled his tongue around his mouth. “Dr. Bradshaw, I don’t know whether to be flattered or offended. You don’t think I’ll get you out of this alive?”
    “Better be safe than sorry,” she said, with a shrug.
    He advanced on her slowly, a predator’s gleam in his eyes. “I must be better than I thought if you’d be sorry to die without another one of my kisses.”
    “It wasn’t great or anything,” she said, shrugging. Lying. “It just showed promise.”
    “Now you’re lying. Despite the fact I kissed you to shut you up rather than to seduce you, it was a great kiss.” He reached out and yanked the towel wrapped around her. As it slipped to the ground, he added, “I always give great kisses.”
    Yes, please. “Maybe you should prove it... .”
    He stepped close, backing her up against the cool cavern wall. His body heat enveloped her.
    “Double ... oh ...”
    He put his hands on her waist, then slid them down until they cupped the cheeks of her butt and like last time, he lifted her. Only this time, rather than taking her all the way to his waist, he held her at his hips, where the prominent ridge of his arousal hit her sweet spot just right.
    “... yeah!”
    Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.
    His mouth settled against hers and as his tongue prodded and pillaged, Torie wondered if perhaps she hadn’t been paying attention. Maybe she’d already died.
    Because she was pretty sure she’d just gone to heaven.

Chapter Three
    Matt wondered if he’d lost his ever-loving mind. Hiding on a tropical island from killers on the hunt, he was acting more like a horny high schooler than an efficient, no nonsense United States government operative. With the daughter of a man he respected, at that.
    But dammit, he’d had a lust buzz on since he’d first laid eyes on Helen Bradshaw yesterday. She’d walked onto the veranda of her oceanfront home in bare feet and a flirty little sundress. Matt had watched from the trees while she lunched with one of the scientists, her ready smile and gentle laughter as appealing as the generous curves her slip of a dress revealed.
    There was nothing gentle about the woman in his arms right now, though. She was a tigress, vibrating with energy, using her tongue and her hands and her hips to drive him to the brink of crazy.
    He was moments ... seconds ... from lowering her to the ledge and stripping off that tiny excuse for a swimsuit when sanity prevailed. One time wouldn’t satisfy him with this woman. He’d need a whole night—a whole week—and they simply didn’t have time. Not now. Once they made it off the island ... well ... maybe he would take a couple days’ R & R. Perhaps if he recharged his batteries, he’d work more efficiently and have better luck in his search for Ćurković.
    Though it just about killed him, Matt stepped back and gently lowered her feet to the floor. “You mentioned a promise.   Let me promise you this, Dr. Bradshaw. We will finish this, but it won’t be on the floor of a tropical cenote while being serenaded by a ticking clock. We’ll be in a big, soft bed with all the time in the world and maybe a can of whipped cream at our disposal. So.” He gave her butt cheek one more squeeze, then released her. “You ready to go steal a chopper?”
    “I ... uh ... oh, wow.” She shoved her fingers through her damp hair. “Just give me a minute. My knees are a little weak.”
    Matt gave her a smug nod, then moved to strap on his knives. “I’ll lead the way back through the tunnel, but when we reach the outer cavern, I want you to stay hidden until I give you the signal that it’s safe.”
    “All right.”
    “Let’s go, then.” He gestured for her to enter the pool, then watched her graceful dive with a deep twinge of regret. As a rule, he didn’t