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"You messed up-"

"I apologized."

"You did, but I have years of being mad at you and mistrust to work through," I argued. "It's going to take me time to get over it."

"Anything I can do to speed that along?" he asked. The twinkle in his eye told me exactly what he had in mind.

I rolled my eyes at him. "You don't seriously think sex is going to fix this?"

He shrugged his massive shoulders. "Might put you in a better mood." He gave me a mischievous grin. "Besides, I'm going off to fight tonight. I could die."

His tone was playful, but his words made a pit form in my stomach. "That's not funny," I snapped.

The smile disappeared off his face. "You're right. Sorry. I was just kidding."

Rubbing my fingers over my forehead, I tried to dispel the sudden worry he'd caused. All three of them were going tonight. Any one of them could be killed. There was going to be a point where I couldn't ignore that anymore, but I'd been hoping to keep the fear shoved into a corner of my mind until later tonight. Now it was exposed to the light and there was no putting it back in its box. "Damn you," I muttered.

"Hey." He stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. "Seriously, I was kidding. We've been on hundreds of missions. We've always been fine. Nothing is going to happen to us."

"You can't guarantee that," I told him, looking up into his gorgeous hazel eyes. He was right. All it took was one stray bullet and he could be taken from me. I wanted so badly to stay mad at him. Just for a little while longer. But how could I when I played a part in him being here? For him walking into danger.

I went up onto my tip toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. His arms tightened around me and I sighed softly. It was like coming home.

He pulled back, staring down at me. "I wasn't actually trying to pressure you into anything, Kitty Cat." He cupped my cheek. His other arm remained around my waist and it was like we were back in college again. The years just melted away along with the pain and old scars between us.

"I know." He'd always resorted to jokes when things got too serious. He didn't think his remark would actually get him into my bed. Which was why he was hesitating now. Because he didn't want to take advantage of me. He was sweet in his own way, you just had to know him well enough to know his motivations. And I did. "But you're right." I searched his eyes. "I don't want to send you away tonight with this anger between us."

"I'm not mad, Cat. And I fully get that I fucked up and have to pay the price of that."

"Then I can continue being mad at you later," I told him, grabbing his belt and tugging him back toward the bed.

CHAPTER 28

Suave

"You'd seriously give me a taste of heaven, then go back to torturing me?" I asked. "That's just downright cruel, Cat."

"I never said I was kind," she shot back with a teasing smile.

Backing her up until her knees bumped the bed, I stared down at her. "Are you sure?" I muttered. My hands flexed into fists as I contained the urge to grab her. As soon as she agreed, I was going to fucking devour her.

"Just kiss me, Suave," she told me, her eyes searching mine.

I didn't hesitate a second time. My lips crashed down onto hers with my arms sliding around her waist, pulling her tight against me. Her breasts pressed against my chest and I could feel her nipples through our clothes. A groan tore from my chest. It'd been too long since I'd last held her in my arms. Kissed her. Tasted her. Sure, it'd been my fault, but that didn't mean I didn't dream of this.

Her tongue slid against mine and I tightened my hold on her as she melted into me. She tasted like heaven, like home. Like everything I wanted for the rest of my life. I nipped at her lower lip and she gasped into my mouth. If I hadn't known all along that I was a fucking idiot for leaving her, this moment would have told me.

Grasping her ass, I lifted her into my arms, refusing to release her lips as I did. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands slid into my hair, tugging on it as she kissed me back with just as much hunger as was clawing at my chest. I knew she had forgiven me. She wasn't the type to play games, despite her earlier words. She wouldn't be able to sleep with me and remain cold and distant. She wouldn't sleep with me if she was still angry with me. The relief of knowing that was making this even better than I could have imagined.

I laid her on the bed and followed her down, settling between her thighs. My hips rocked against hers and she gasped into my mouth again. Fuck, I loved that sound. Loved knowing I was the reason she made it. I pulled back so that I could look down at her face. "You're so damn beautiful."

The last thing I wanted to do was rush this, but the mission tonight was bearing down on us. I wanted to draw this out. To make her orgasm so many times she was sobbing and begging for mercy. There wasn't time. Even though we'd been waiting for this, Brando was only going to give me so long up here with her. We had shit we needed to do before we left. He would pick up my slack because I wasn't going to have the luxury of spending the entire night reminding her of why we worked so well together.

"Suave," she whispered. Her hands cupped my cheeks as she stared up at me. She opened her mouth to say something, then shook her head as though thinking better of it.

It was fine. We'd take all of this at her pace. I owed her that, at the least. Well, the reconnecting we'd take at her pace. The fucking? I was going to push her to her limits. I grinned down at her, laughing when her eyes widened.

"What?" she asked, her voice a breathless hush.

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