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  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I said we’d take things slow. When I’m around you, I can’t keep my hands off you. Never could.”

  Neither could she. If there was one thing that hadn’t changed over the years, it was their intense physical passion for each other. And the way her body scorched under his heated gaze and touch made her believe even that had intensified.

  “Is this okay?” His fingers trailed over her thigh.

  God, yes. If he stopped touching her, she’d go insane. “Yes.” Her voice came out raspy and not like her own. She cleared her throat. “We’ve spent three years and oceans apart. That’s far too slow in my book. I don’t need any more time to decide. I know what I want. And it’s you.” She leaned up to his ear and exhaled so her breath warmed him in the way that had always driven him wild. “In every way.”

  He emitted a low groan. “You know what that does to me.”

  Antonio’s fingers edged up her inner thigh, making her need for him erupt with renewed desire.

  “Nobody can see us.” His voice dropped to a lower tone that sent shudders of excitement through her. “We’re at the back of the club. It’s dark and the table is shielding us.”

  Lina parted her legs to encourage him to explore further. “I don’t care where we are. As long as I’m with you.” By the time he reached the seam of her panties, they were drenched with her need for more. Her breathing hitched.

  “Oh, you seem to like this.” He leaned closer and whispered, “You’re so uninhibited. I always loved that about you.”

  His fingers crept under the fabric, and he covered her mound.

  She panted. “I only get hot like this for you.”

  “Then I’m the luckiest guy alive.” One finger delved inside her. “And we’re meant to be together.” She dropped her head back and reclosed her eyes as he explored her hidden flesh. “No matter how long we’ve been apart,” he said, his rich voice oozing with dark sensuality, “I hoped we’d find a way back to each other again.”

  When she reopened her eyes, his dark ones were filled with unmistakable hunger and something more, something deeper. “Because I love you, Lina. I always have. Now more than ever. I’ve lost you twice now, but I’ll never let you go again.” He brushed his knuckle over her swollen clit, igniting a new intensity of need.

  Emotions swirled through her rising desire. Antonio loved her still. Somehow all the heartache of the last few years was worth it. She had him back with her again and knew their passion for each other was undeniable, a sign of something deeper. Their love.

  “Mmm,” she murmured. “Oh, God, Antonio. How much I love you is beyond reason.” His fingers were magical, and she squirmed with the rising tension from his exquisite touch. “But we can’t do this here,” she protested, only half-heartedly.

  “Nobody is paying attention to us,” he said.

  Her eyes unfocused as the sensations built. If he kept doing this, she wouldn’t be able to turn back. She blinked to regain some self-control. “Let’s go find someplace with some privacy,” she said through hitched breath. “Take me home and fuck me good.”

  “I think we can find somewhere closer.” A mischievous glint lit in his eyes. “We were always good at that, bella.”

  Lina kissed him and murmured, “We were good at many things together. I’m intrigued at discovering more.”

  She adjusted her skirt, and he took her hand. They escaped out the back of the club, the thumping sounds of jazz echoing their retreat into the night.

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  Chapter 1

  The helicopter touched down gently and then settled onto the pad. Trevor smiled at the pilot. His wounds weren’t totally healed, and a jarring landing would have been painful. The smile she flashed him told him she knew that and was being nice. It also demanded acknowledgment that she was a damn good pilot. “Nice landing.”

  “It’s not hard to make a good landing when no one’s shooting at you, Captain.”

  Captain Trevor Foster smiled. She was also sexy and he wondered how she managed to look hot in all that flying gear. “Good point, Major.” Hell, everything was easier in a world where being shot wasn’t your biggest concern, where a man could take the time to notice a woman as a woman the way he was now taking in this sleek Major who’d flown him from the hospital. A good pilot and definitely a woman worth noticing. He gave her what he hoped was an engaging smile. “Now that you mention it, I think that’s the first time I’ve been up in one of these things outside of a combat zone.”

  “In that case, Captain, I’m glad I was the one to give you a your first pleasure ride—even if it was just a commute from the hospital back to the shop.”

  He grinned. The shop, the factory floor, people in the service gave all sorts of names to military bases. He’d never been sure why, but there it was. “Well, the journey is the thing, right?”

  “Sometimes it is, but without a soft landing at the end, a pleasant journey can turn into a nasty experience. Speaking of nasty experiences, any idea what sort of assignment you’ll get after your hero’s welcome and a rest?”

  “Not really. I’ll ask to go back. I left some bad guys standing. But don’t get ideas. This hero shit is a working gig, Major, not a vacation.”

  “Really?”

  “I’m off active duty, for rehab and evaluation so they can make sure I’m fit enough to get shot up again. In the meantime they expect me to earn my keep doing publicity stuff while my hero status is still bright and shiny. After that, I want to go back to the sandbox.”

  Her grin told him she knew he meant the combat area in the Middle East. Everyone called it the sandbox, even though not that it was all desert and some pretty mountainous. She switched off the engine and as the blades slowed and came to a stop, she took off her helmet and shook her head, making her short blonde hair flare, and catch the morning light. “I’d think that after all that time in combat you’d need to unwind a little, especially if you intend to go back.”

  That had the delightful sound of an invitation about it—one a man starved for female companionship would be foolish to ignore. But this was the Army and you had to be careful when flirting with women who outranked you. Some liked it, but if they didn’t you could be in deep shit. “I have no idea how much time I’ll have, but what good soldier can’t manage to find some play time? Ho
w about you? Is there any time for play in your routine?”

  She scowled at him, but it looked like playacting. “If you are suggesting what I think, I have to ask if that’s an appropriate attitude for a junior officer to take.”

  “When the junior office is a wounded war vet, and a certified hero, I’d think he should be allowed certain liberties. If that’s out of line, then I apologize.”

  She laughed. “Maybe he should at that. I’ll take that under advisement while I consider whether your attitude is insubordinate or just interesting.”

  “I hope your evaluation doesn’t take long.” He noted that neither of them had made a move to get out of the copter. That was good. “If you find it interesting… well I have no idea where they will put me. I’m not assigned to a unit.”

  “It’s a small base, Captain. And you’ll be an extremely visible officer. If I don’t track you down it won’t be because I can’t find you.”

  As he nodded, a bright blue Audi sedan pulled up to the pad. A young woman hopped out and walked briskly toward his door of the helicopter. “Captain Foster, welcome.”

  Trevor raised his eyebrows and gave the Major a puzzled look. She grinned. “I assume this your date for the prom?”

  He laughed. The woman walking toward them did look rather young. It didn’t help that she was petite—no taller than five two, and well proportioned. Short black hair and a tattoo that described some abstract pattern around her throat suggested she enjoyed following trends. “I’m not sure, Major. There is a dance tonight. Maybe she’s Army issue.” He swung out of the doorway to meet the girl. “Do I know you? I wasn’t expecting a welcome wagon.”

  “I’m Tina Clarke. I work for a public relations company the Army hired to facilitate the press briefings and various publicity opportunities that have been arranged.” The way she practically bubbled with canned information amused him.

  “Facilitate?”

  “Make sure you are aware of the events, that you are briefed, and transportation arranged.”

  “You’re my minder then?”

  She cringed. “I suppose so. At least that’s part of my job. I developed the agenda for you public relations activities and arranged the logistics, now I’m assigned to make sure it all goes smoothly and you get what you need.”

  Trevor let his eyes trail over her lithe body. A black silk blouse showcased small, pert breast, and her tight, red skirt caressed her ass—Tina Clarke had a lovely taut ass just made to be caressed.

  I’m pretty sure I know what I need.

  The Major was right about how young she looked. Of course, the war, the death, the terror, had done their part to make him feel older. Even given that, she was young, probably in her early twenties. He guessed that this was little Tina’s first job out of college. Certainly she had the annoyingly eager, bright-eyed look that came with unalloyed enthusiasm for a new job. He was slightly jealous. Any youthful optimism he’d ever felt had evaporated. It was hard to even recall being enthusiastic. “And what do I need that you are going to provide?” he asked finally, wanting to see if she picked up on his playful innuendo.

  Tina missed it completely. Optimism and naiveté, a nauseating combination born of inexperience made her answer the question directly, as if it was serious. “Well, you might need to know where you’ll be staying, for one thing, and what time to be ready for the events we’ve planned. I’m sure you know about the events this evening.”

  He did know. The flight had been scheduled to make sure he had plenty of time. After all, he’d be the star attraction at a dinner with the General and then at a reception at the dreaded Officer’s Club. He’d been events like this as an uninterested observer, attending because he was told to, and he knew how they went. The brass would turn out to welcome him, shake his hand like he was one of them now. They wanted to be seen and photographed with the freshly minted hero and he’d wind up in stiff photographs of him with the faceless pencil pushers, adoring countless office walls. Escape was impossible. “I suppose I have to go.”

  The girl laughed. “Of course. It’s in your honor.”

  Honor. The word sent a tremor through him. The pilot had climbed out of her seat and he looked over at her, putting his mind on more pleasant topics, such as the contrast in the two women. He found both sexy, but in entirely different ways. The Major was tall, full figured, nordic and promised to be quite a exciting bed partner if the opportunity arouse. He couldn’t imagine any romance there. No she’d be about lusty coupling. Tina, on the other hand, would be a conquest. Shaped by a more genteel culture, she’d need to be coaxed and prodded—seduced. Her type came tightly wrapped, shielded from their own feelings, especially the more powerful emotions and you never had a clue what they’d be like when they relaxed until you unbent them and jumped back. Of course she’d be inexperienced in some ways and timid—a faun of a thing. A woman like that could provide hours of pleasure. There was always the joy of her shock and reluctant arousal when she learned some of the things he wanted to do with and to her. But such games needed to unfold slowly. “Will you be at this shindig, Major?”

  She grinned. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Captain. We can meet officially. Besides, it’s not an option. All off-duty officers are required to attend.”

  He laughed. “How flattering to be the cause for a social obligation. And you Miss Clarke?”

  “That’s Mrs. Clarke. And no. This is strictly an Army event, for and about the base personnel.”

  Trevor grinned at the Major. “We call it ‘a chance to hang with the brass and learn to kiss ass,’ right Major?” When she laughed, he turned his attention back to Tina. “But perhaps there might be some way to make the evening tolerable. I assume there will be booze.”

  “Yes. I think so.” Tina seemed confused by the banter.

  The Major laughed again, enjoying Tina’s flustered state almost as much as Captain Foster.

  “Then that ensures a fallback position—failing being provided with an entertaining evening, I can get blind drunk.”

  The comment seemed to upset her. Obviously she had a vested interest in his behavior. And it wasn’t personal. After all, they’d just met, and it wasn’t even that he was a hero and she expected better from him, whatever that meant. No, the idea of him acting out unsettled her and that suggested she was more than just someone assigned to get him to events. Now she shook off the momentary confusion and her professional mask slipped tenuously back in place. “I should take you to your apartment and get you settled in.”

  Trevor grabbed his duffle bag from behind the seat and hefted it over his shoulder. “Let’s do that. Major, I look forward to seeing you tonight. Okay little PR lady, take me to my abode.”

  The Major gave him a grin as he followed Tina to the car. Knowing the Major was watching, he made no attempt to hide the fact that his eyes were glued to the lovely ass that wiggled in front of him. Yes, he would make sure he had plenty of play time. The Army had kindly provided him with a shiny possibility for fun. He had no intention of wasting his herohood, which he expected to be short lived, being celibate.

  Tina handled her little Audi with more expertise and confidence than he’d expected, zipping through traffic and stopping at a dull apartment complex that sat just off base. She held up keys. “Your new home. I think you’ll like it. A mix of people live here,” she said. “Only about half have anything to do with the base—civilian contractors and officers. The rest are townies. I imagine you’ll find it easy to make friends.”

  Trevor saw that she thought making friends, having nice neighbors would be important to him. She was wrong. The prospect of becoming part of a community was unsettling, although he wasn’t sure why. The entire of belonging struck him as awkward and he’d have to think about that before he could understand it. He knew that it was partly because the concept had become alien. For years now the Army had decided who made up his community. For two years it had been a combat unit. A community of mostly men and a few women, all of whom were
dead now.

  Regardless of his experience, if he was going to regroup, he had a lot to learn or relearn.

  She unlocked the door and led him into his new home—a run-of-the-mill two bedroom place, furnished with a minimum of furniture, all of middle quality. If he’d been in a mood to measure his own response to the place, Trevor would have told her it was okay, but hardly anything he’d want to stay in long. It all seemed rather unreal, this idea of a place that was his, even if for a short time. Getting use to the idea, the place would take time. Every fucking thing would take time. In the moment, he focused on the pleasure of watching Tina’s ass moving under her tight skirt as he followed her through the apartment.