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hardened in an instant. "How much time do you need to pack?"
    "At
least an hour."
    With
the barest of glances at the clock on her nightstand, Tuck ripped open his
button fly and shucked his jeans. "It’s midnight. That gives us four
hours. Let’s rock this boat."
    Delaney’s
hand hesitated on the hem of her shirt. "What about Cory?"
    Tuck
grabbed her foot, and slipped the strap of her sandal off her heel, then flung
it to the floor. "I’m not into ménages."
    She
pulled her shirt over her head, her breasts bobbing with her movements. "But
he may still think I’ll say yes."
    "Will
you?"
    "He
makes good husband material for a girl interested in that kind of commitment."
    Tuck
growled, advancing on her. "I seem to recall you telling me you didn't
care about commitment. In fact, you gave me the brush off on more than one
occasion."
    Her
lips twisted, then slid upward in a smile. "I did, didn't I? And see how
much good it did?"
    He
placed a hand on her leg, his fingers skimming up the insides of her thighs to
the hem of her skirt. "Our relationship is purely physical."
    "It
won't last." Her breathing hitched as he skimmed his hand across her damp
panties. "No...it...won't...laaast." She bit down on her lip, her
knees parting to give him better access.
    "With
you leaving tomorrow, we don't have much time left in our short-term
relationship."
    She
shook her head, her chest rising sharply on a gasp as he flicked her favorite spot
again. "Then stop wasting time."
    One
last, teasing stroke, then Tuck ripped the zipper down on her skirt and tugged
it over her hips and thighs and off her legs.
    Delaney
lay on the sheets in her underwear, biting her lower lip, her hand sliding into
her panties. "God, I’m wet."
    Those
words made him want to rip off her panties and drive into her, hard and fast. A
thin swatch of silk was all that stood between him and doing just that. But he
wouldn't let their last night together be all about him. He wanted her to be
just as turned on as he was at that moment. More so, if he did it right.
    He
couldn't believe he'd gotten this far with Delaney, and thanked his lucky stars
he had.
    When
other members of his team had hit on her, she'd shut them down in a heartbeat,
earning a reputation for being frigid and unapproachable by most. But when
Delaney was alone with him, she was as wild in bed as she was in the cockpit of
her Black Hawk. She knew exactly what to say and do to make him hard enough to
drive nails with his dick. He lunged for the nightstand and the stash of
protection she kept there.
    "Losing
it, frogman?" With her thumb, she hooked the elastic of her panties and
slid them just far enough down until the soft curls of her mound peeked out.
For a moment she held them there as if challenging him. Then she slipped off
the panties and rolled onto her belly, her legs dangling over the side of the
bed. "Three hours and fifty-eight minutes."
    He
fumbled the packet and dropped it on the floor. "Damn it, Del, you drive
me insane."
    She
glanced over her shoulder, her brows hiking and a smile lifting the corners of
her lips. "Insane with lust, I hope?"
    "You
know it." He ripped the retrieved package with his teeth, rolled the
condom over his rock-hard erection and let go of the breath he'd been holding. "Let's
shake this boat."
    "Bring
it." She arched her back, her damp entrance glistening in the light
shining in from the other room.
    Tuck
grabbed her hips and positioned himself behind her, his member nudging her
slick opening, then waited. "Promise me you'll come back." He didn't
add what they both knew was on their minds. Come back alive . Not in a
box.
    "Oh,
please." She leaned back, trying to make their connection more intimate.
    He
pulled away. "Promise."
    "I
promise to do the best I can. But if you deploy, too, you have to make the same
promise."
    "I
promise to do the best I can."
    "Deal.
Now are you fucking me, or should I start that packing I need to do? Three
hours and fifty-five minutes,