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erection against the seam of her jean shorts, putting a perfect amount of pressure on her clit. Oooohhhh… maybe one orgasm wouldn’t hurt.
    As if he could read her mind, he stroked down her torso and found her breast, outside her shirt. Yes! her libido screamed. God, his hand felt good there. So good.
    Too good.
    First she needed to better understand what they were doing.
    What he was doing, here on Camo Cay.
    And with her.
    She needed boundaries and information and her libido needed to shut up.
    “Stop,” she managed to get out, and immediately he pulled back. No , a protest sounded in every cell of her body. Sadly, yes , her brain lectured right back. “That was…” she swayed into him, her swollen lips tipping back toward his mouth. “Good. And now it’s over.”
    “It was good,” he murmured. “Let’s do it again.”
    “Uh-uh.” Don’t yell at him . “See, you make me want to throw things. Which is mostly on me, I get that. So we just need to slow down, okay? Because I’m afraid that if we keep doing that, it’s somehow going to end badly. And then I’ll…”
    “Stomp your feet like a toddler and have a tantrum?”
    “Would you believe that yesterday was the first day in a long time that I’ve done that?”
    “No.” He pulled her in tight as she scooted off the counter, finding her legs wobbly as she stood again. But this time he kept it at just a hug, and she let herself sink into his chest. “Eres ardiente, pero me gusta.” You’re a fiery one, but I like it.
    He said it to himself as much as to her, under his breath and in Spanish. She didn’t react and he just kept hugging her. The last time she’d heard him speak Spanish, one of the nights he’d snuck into her barracks room when her roommates were out, she hadn’t understood the amazing and mysterious lines he’d whispered against her skin.
    Now she understand enough.
    She’d learned Spanish after her second tour of duty in Iraq. She’d been up for promotion, and it had seemed like a smart career move. She didn’t learn it because of Vince—by that point, she’d moved on. Enough time had passed, for sure. And maybe it was seeing the spec ops guys come and go like haunted ghosts in theater, all bearded and wild. Sunglasses firmly in place. Inaccessible to the average grunt.
    And that’s what she’d been. Vince had always been ambitious, and she’d just wanted to be employed.
    So she’d let go of his memory and trained herself to imagine each of those anonymous special forces soldiers was Vince, ignoring her. Not seeing her.
    She only wondered once in a blue moon why their paths actually never crossed.
    But they hadn’t. And as far as Vince knew, she didn’t know what he’d just said.
    “Don’t play dirty,” she said, a watery laugh tripping off her last word. “Spanish isn’t playing fair.”
    He searched her face. “It wasn’t something romantic, don’t worry.”
    Her heart squeezed, because it had been the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her. But of course he hadn’t meant it to be seductive. He’d been talking to himself. She pressed him slowly away from her body, turning them so he was in front of the sink and she had the getaway path. She gave him a coy smile. “The entire language is mysterious and romantic. So if you’re going to curse me or something, do it in Norwegian.”
    He laughed. “Or Scottish, or Texan?”
    “Check and check. Only decidedly unsexy men can be on this team.”
    “I’m going to change your mind on that.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “That’s the thing that I talked to Rik about while I was getting breakfast supplies. You and I…we need a test of our teamwork.”
    “You think?”
    “I know.”
    She crossed her arms. “And you have a plan, I take it?”
    “Rik suggested we head to Quester’s Island for a day.”
    “No.”
    “Yes.”
    “No!” Larken paced backwards, then twisted and turned away from him. A deserted island not far from Camo Cay in the archipelago, it