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figured his men could threaten the stronger one with torture to get the weaker one to do his bidding.
    Charlotte eased closer, and Jack felt a sharp stab of protectiveness. He didn’t want her anywhere near this thing, and yet here she was, caught in the middle because of her idiot brother.
    Jack gritted his teeth. He couldn’t make it right, but he could do damage control. Which was what he needed to do. Right now. Jack was in possession of valuable, time-sensitive intel. And he knew a SEAL commander in the area who was more than eager to get his hands on it.
    Charlotte slid her arms around Jack’s waist and gazed up at him.
    “I need to go,” he said.
    She tipped her head to the side. “It’s four in the morning.”
    “I have to be somewhere in exactly three hours. And I have to fly.”
    Something flashed in her eyes. Confusion? Hurt? But then it was replaced by a cool determination. She tipped her chin up, exposing her neck to him in that thin white blouse. It was dry now, but it had been wet before, out on the dinghy, and he wondered if she had any idea how much he’d wanted to peel it off of her. How much he still wanted to.
    Her hips shifted, and he stared down at her. She knew. She knew exactly what she did to him.
    “Don’t go,” she whispered.
    He had to go. He needed to go.
    “Charlotte--”
    She went up on tiptoes and kissed him, just below his ear. It was a soft, timid kiss, and it sent a powerful jolt of lust straight through him.
    Then she pressed her mouth to his, and it was all over. What little willpower he’d had vanished. He pulled her against him, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth and trying to devour her in one greedy bite. She tried to devour him right back. She was hot and ready and he could practically taste the energy humming through her system, because it was humming through his, too. And he knew what this was. This was about danger, and life-or-death situations, and all the things she’d felt tonight that she wasn’t used to feeling. Jack had trained himself to deal with his body’s response to danger, but Charlotte was utterly untrained. She just surrendered to it, gave into the urge, and no matter what logic his brain threw at him, Jack’s body was right in sync with hers--amazingly, perfectly in sync. He molded her against him, and she moaned into his mouth, and he knew that there was no way he was putting the brakes on. He’d fly like a bat out of hell if he had to, but he wasn’t going anywhere this minute besides Charlotte’s bed.
    He slid a hand between them and tried to undo her buttons, but his fingers were too big for the little holes. She took over the job, and soon her shirt was on the floor of the balcony, followed by her bra. Jack didn’t even give himself time to look. He just scooped her off her feet and carried her through the doorway, then laid her down on the bed. She propped up on her elbows and watched him as he got rid of his shoes and T-shirt. Then he kneeled beside her, and she rolled into him, laughing, as he filled his hand with one of those plump white breasts he’d been fantasizing about all day. He took her in his mouth, and her body arched.
    “ Jack. ”
    She said his name in that soft Southern accent that reminded him of home and heat and places he hadn’t been in a long, long time. He nuzzled her breasts. With his free hand, went to work on her shorts. She went to work on his, too, and pretty soon they were skin to skin, and he felt her bare legs wrapping around him and pulling him closer.
    She said his name again and nipped his ear, and he nearly went off.
    “Wait.” He grabbed his shorts, fumbled for a condom, and barely managed to get it on before she pulled him again, and he sank into her sweet heat.
    She was heaven. She gazed up at him and moved with him, urging him on with her sighs and her hips as he supported his weight above her and battled for control. He didn’t have it. He didn’t have nearly the control he needed to take on