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urging him closer, wanting him inside her.
    “No.” Gunnar eased his member away from her entrance even as she strained to bring him in. “Tell me you want me.”
    Marisol sucked in a breath and let it out slowly in an attempt to slow her pulse. She’d never been this desperate. She felt such a strong pull to Gunnar, it frightened her. She shook her head, though her legs tightened around his waist. “Don’t make me beg.”
    He held himself away, his face set in stone, his blue eyes flashing. “Say it.”
    Her body screamed for her to comply, her head telling her she was a soldier, specifically recruited for her drive and dedication and her impeccable professionalism. “Oh, yes, I want you!” she cried out. “Please, now!” Her words ended on a sob; she so craved him, she’d pushed aside all that was important to her. The mission.
    He slammed into her, his rod thick, heavy and hot, filling her, stretching the walls of her channel until she thought she might split in two.
    Her world spun out of control. With him inside her she could feel his emotions, if not his thoughts, sense his excitement, the fiery passion driving him deeper.
    Marisol’s ardor mirrored Gunnar’s, taking them to an entirely different level—beyond anything Marisol had experienced.
    She reached orgasm with Gunnar, her nerves exploding into in a myriad of sensations, each more intense and powerful than the last.
    Afterward Gunnar lay down beside her, his lips pressed against her ear. “Breathe.”
    Marisol opened her mouth and gasped, sucking in a long, deep breath, filling her lungs so full they hurt. Her heart kicked into gear, sending a flood of blood rocketing through her system. “What the hell just happened?”
    Gunnar smiled, brushing the hair from her face. “Magic.” His hand slid along her shoulder to cup one of her breasts. After a few moments, his breathing deepened and he slept.
    She should get up and find her way to Pachacuti’s quarters. After traveling across over five hundred years, hiking into the city and engaging in the most mind-blowing sex ever, she couldn’t bring herself to move. Her arms and legs lay limp and unresponsive, her thoughts hazy, her eyelids heavy.
    She blinked. When she opened her eyes again, the room was dark. The only light came from a sconce on the wall in the far corner.
    Marisol lay for a time staring at the stone ceiling, her mind whirling. Her eyes widened, and she became aware of a brawny arm around her middle, brushing against the underside of her breast. She couldn’t move her legs with the weight of a massive thigh sprawled across hers.
    Her body warmed, the feel of his skin on hers awakening all the desire she’d felt when they’d come together. Her breasts ached, the nipples tightening into turgid peaks.
    He’d called it magic.
    She could swear she’d been transported out of this solar system into space, outside of her body, outside of time as she knew it. Others who’d completed previous missions had documented these out-of-body experiences, describing just what Marisol had experienced with her own senses. They couldn’t explain it, not given twenty-first-century technology. Yet it had happened to them and to Marisol.
    She turned her head to study the man sleeping soundly beside her. Why him? Why Gunnar? Was Gunnar a god as he claimed?
    Her core throbbed with the aftershocks of their lovemaking and the need to do it again. Having had sex with Gunnar, she’d never find satisfaction with other men. And once she completed her mission, she’d leave Cusco, never to return, never to see Gunnar, or feel this extraordinary again.
    Her chest tightened. She’d only known the man for less than a day. She didn’t know where he’d come from, why he’d ended up in Cusco or how she’d manage to leave him without suffering an acute withdrawal.
    She’d been recruited because of her dedication to the mission, her ability to overcome the odds, no matter how dangerous. Yet, here she lay