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through your mind when you’re on a stakeout?”
    Only when I’m on a stake-out with you, she thought, but definitely did not speak.
    Instead, she shrugged. “Just thinking out loud.”
    There was once again silence. It seemed they’d had a lot of that for long stretches throughout today. That was weird since they could have easily talked about this morning’s meeting and the priority search for Captain Crowe. They could have also talked about this morning’s hot as hell kiss and the way his hands had explored her body with some type of ownership. She had a feeling that was the last thing Eli wanted to discuss.
    Which was all the more reason she should bring it up.
    “When you’re finished letting Ezra and the others know our location for the third time since we’ve been here, maybe you can tell me why this morning. Why in all the time we’ve known each other did you decide this morning was the time to make your move?”
    Eli’s fingers stilled over the phone. He pressed the button to lock the screen and stuffed it back into his pocket before turning to her.
    “It happened. It’s over. There’s nothing more to talk about,” he stated, completely expecting her to accept and move on.
    He had no idea who he was dealing with.
    “It happened. It felt really good. And if we’re not going to talk about it, are we at least going to take it a step further?”
    He froze.
    Nivea felt a small bit of triumph at being able to cause that reaction in him. Nothing ever took Eli off guard. He was always prepared for any- and everything, always had an answer, always knew what to do and when. Except for right at this very moment. He looked at her as if he didn’t know whether to formulate another cool dismissive remark, or to give in to the arousal that crowded them both in the cab of the SUV.
    “No,” he said slowly, solemnly.
    She frowned. “No it didn’t feel good? Because I can easily amend that to ‘great.’ It felt great.”
    The word came immediately and a bit more forcefully this time. “No, Cannon. We are not going there. Not ever again.”
    She could take his words as rejection and keep her hurt feelings and tingling nipples to herself. Or she could be the one to acknowledge that what happened this morning had been inevitable and that in the foreseeable future it would happen again. It was like taking that first tentative bite of chocolate, or sipping from that glass of champagne and feeling the bubbles fizz against your nostrils—one taste was never going to be enough.
    With that thought, Nivea leapt from her seat. She moved over the console, planted her legs on either side of Eli, and lowered herself to a straddling position in about ten seconds flat. The shock combined with a slightly annoyed look on his face said he wasn’t impressed. That was fine because she wasn’t finished yet.
    “This morning was about you, in your time, and on your terms.” She cupped his face in her palms as she spoke. “That was cool, but I’m a take-charge type of female. When I hunt I don’t settle for not catching my prey.”
    He opened his mouth to speak and she dove in, taking his tongue into her mouth and sucking deeply, until she felt his hands at her lower back, going even lower to cup her ass. She loved that feeling, loved how his fingers dug right into her skin, squeezing, owning. She lifted slightly, giving him the access to move his hands deeper, so that even as he gripped her cheeks, the tips of his fingers rubbed along her center, causing her pussy to pulsate with need.
    “I said,” he mumbled when she let her head fall back, absolutely loving the feel of his hands on her. “We are not doing this.”
    Nivea nodded, rotating her hips over the finger he’d now moved to rub right along her clit. “Yeah, you said that,” she whispered, wanting desperately to step out of those damned mission pants so she could feel him, skin on blessed skin.
    She leaned in once again, nipping his lip before reminding him,