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hat with the blue feathers was still perched on her head. It went with the dress, she realized.
    More than these details, however, it was the expression on her face that gave her pause. Emily often teased Devin about the slim line of consternation that usually resided between her eyebrows, but it was nowhere to be found. Despite the storm building inside her, she looked composed and relaxed, even if she also looked eager.
    Their gazes connected in the mirror. When they had arrived at the apartment, he’d removed his cap, which he’d left on the table in the foyer. His hair was cut tight on the sides and left slightly longer on the crown. She gave into impulse and ran her fingers through the military-issue crew cut. The strands were softer than they appeared. Much like his mouth had been. With that thought, she pulled his head down so that his lips met hers.
    Unlike the kisses they had shared in the square, this one ignited a fire that neither of them felt compelled to bank. Here, in the privacy of the quiet apartment, Devin was determined to feel the burn of passion. She wanted it to consume her, incinerate her.
    He drew back, but only so he could remove the pins that held her hat in place. Afterward, he freed her hair from its chignon and pushed his hands through its length. To her surprise, the ends reached halfway down her back. Devin couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn it that long, if ever.
    “I love your hair,” he murmured huskily, after which he wound thick hanks of it around his hands and gave a gentle tug.
    As he’d intended, she let her head fall back, granting him better access to the slim column of her neck. Devin closed her eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his lips on her skin and his breath, too ragged and so hot that she thought she might go up in flames.
    The dress’s cut was too modest to allow his mouth to explore much beyond her collarbone. His groan of frustration echoed the one building inside her.
    “The buttons are in the back,” she whispered urgently and was unable to stop herself from adding, “Hurry!”
    “I plan to.” Low laughter accompanied his reply. “You know, getting undressed would go a lot faster if you gave me a hand.”
    There was no need for him to ask twice. While Gregory got to work unfastening her dress, Devin began fishing the brass buttons of his uniform through the holes. Even with hands made shaky by anticipation, she finished well before he did, forcing him to stop what he was doing so that she could push the jacket down his arms.
    “Slowpoke,” she teased.
    “You have an advantage. You can see what you’re doing. I’m working blind,” he pointed out.
    “Well then, let’s make this fair.”
    She repositioned their bodies so that he could see her back reflected in the mirror. Even though he now had a visual, she still managed to unbutton the shirt he wore beneath the jacket before he finished. When she peeled the sides open, her breath caught at the sight of his muscular chest. Eager to see more of such masculine perfection, she yanked the tails from his pants, shoved the shirt over his shoulders.
    “I like you like this.” When she glanced up in question, he added, “Eager.”
    Her hands went still. She swallowed. “Sh-shouldn’t I be?”
    “Yes.” He grinned. “Definitely. You were nervous before, worried you would do something wrong. As if that’s possible. You let me undress you, but…”
    But she hadn’t undressed him. Devin’s 1945 counterpart apparently was too demure for that. Truth be told, she’d never undressed a man in the twenty-first century either.
    “The times, they are a changing,” she murmured.
    He leaned closer. “Pardon?”
    She put the inner vixen she’d only just met into her smile and told him, “Your belt. It needs to go. It’s in the way.”
    His mouth dropped open briefly, but then his grin returned. She felt his hands at her back, and then it became clear he had finished his task, as well. His hands