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She wet her lips, her expression tight and tentative. “How?”

“Get you out of this alive, for one. Two”—he brought his palm to the outside of her knee, well below her injury—“let me take care of your wound. And three, ensure the CIA stays the hell away from you.”

She brought her hand to his cheek. “You’re not a superhero.”

He caught her wrist. His mouth itched to kiss her palm, but he held back. He’d just unloaded a lot of dirt, and while she didn’t seem terrified, she might run for the hills when all this was done.

“Never said I was. But I can promise those three things.”

Her cerulean-blue eyes shined with warmth and gratitude. Her eyelashes flicked over her cheeks on a blink, and it took every ounce of control in his body not to lean down and kiss her.

“Thank you,” she said, her tone feathery. A note of huskiness pulled down the words, making desire scorch his skin.

Her hand slid to the back of his neck, and she pulled his lips down to hers. Desire strummed his nerve endings as he balanced his weight on his hands so as not to crush her. The faint taste of tomato soup from their dinner hit his lips, tangy with a hint of her sweetness. Her tongue eased between his teeth, and his dick throbbed with need.

Her fingers toyed with the nape of his neck, and he met each stroke of her tongue with his. Heat blazed beneath his skin. Pressure built against the wall of his chest.

He needed more of her.

Gemma tasted like sin and bad decisions—a flavor he couldn’t run from if his life depended on it. He brought his hand to her waist. Too much damn material covered her flesh.

She wiggled against him, and he shifted so he could nestle his hips between her thighs. Her arms closed around his neck. Her tongue massaged his mouth earnestly and the warmth of the apex between her legs touched his groin, driving him wild.

Not breaking the kiss, he moved his fingers beneath her shirt onto the cool, smooth skin of her abdomen. He slid his fingers up to her bare breast. Circling the satiny globe with his palm, he swiped the pad of his thumb over her nipple.

The little bud responded, puckering into a hard nub.

She gasped and her legs tightened around him. “Ah, my god,” she said, between kisses.

Her hand pushed between their bodies, and she shimmied her fingers into the waistline of his briefs. Her soft palm touched his cock and his eyes rolled back behind his lids.

He moved his mouth from her lips to her jaw, kissing down her neck. The neckline of her shirt—his shirt—stopped him. He needed to get her naked. Now.

He reached for the bottom of the shirt, but she sat up, pulled both shirts over her head, and tossed them aside. Her breasts jiggled with the movement—pink-tipped softness that made his mouth water.

“Now you,” she said.

After fisting his hand into the cotton at the back of his neck, he hefted off his shirt in one swoop. Her hands went for his abdomen, and he jumped and caught her wrists. “Easy. Your hands are cold.”

She chuckled and shook free from his grip then caught the front of his pants. “You didn’t say that a minute ago.”

“Honey, I don’t give a damn how cold your hands are if you’re touching my cock.”

Her mouth lifted on a chuckle. Her dark braid lay over her shoulder, her breasts were thrust forward, and her gaze was tethered to his. Her eyes blazed blue fire and goddammit, just looking at her made his chest constrict. He caught the waistband of her yoga pants and peeled them down her legs.

She giggled at his urgency.

“There. That’s better.” He brought his hands to her knees, and his palms traveled up the lustrous path of her skin.

She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip and caught his biceps. “You still have pants on.”

“If I take them off this will be over way too fast.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips then dipped his head to take one strawberry-colored nipple into his mouth.

Gemma arched her back, her nails digging into his muscle. Her chest quivered beneath him as he circled his tongue over her delicious flesh. One of her hands swept up to his head and caught his hair.

His cock twitched in his pants, needing to be inside her more than he needed oxygen. Dallas broke away from her breast and kissed his way down her abdomen. Her legs squirmed against him, and her fast little inhales echoed through the plane.

“Now, Dallas. I can’t wait.”

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