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and back again the past three years. With her enhanced reflexes and strength, she could probably take him if she felt threatened. Probably.
    The soldier in question sat on the corner of the bed and gave her a lazy, confident smile. “Come here, Kaitlyn.”
    He held out his hand.
    She melted, drawn toward him without the slightest clue of what to do next. Threatened was the last thing she felt. Anticipation sang through every nerve in her body. His scent spiced the air with arousal, but he sat relaxed and gentle as took her hand. He tugged her closer until she stood between his knees.
    “Hi.” Stupid thing to say. She bit her lip to keep from blurting any more inane commentary.
    He chuckled, but it didn’t feel like he laughed at her. “Hi there.”
    Relaxing, she explored the chest harness fitted over his uniform. He wore it in a configuration she’d never seen before and the distraction helped steady her. After a moment of letting her play, he ran his hands lightly over the backs of her thighs.
    His touch seared through her uniform and across her skin. She trembled, nightmares hovering at the edge of her memory. Hands could abruptly turn cruel, inflicting pain and…damage.
    She sucked in air, looking up from his chest to his face, his mouth and brows relaxed in an expression so clear and different from that of her torturer. Desire crashed through her and she froze, caught between the now and then. Gentle pressure on her lower back coaxed her closer, until their lips hesitated only a breath apart.
    And he waited for her to come to him.
    Her heart expanded until she couldn’t breathe, thought she’d suffocate if he didn’t kiss her. This was her chance to erase those memories, replace them with what should be. She made her decision and closed the distance.
    His lips pressed warm and firm against hers. The kiss started soft, until he opened his mouth and she opened to match him. He explored, tasted, with sweeping strokes of his tongue. When he released her she almost whimpered, nipping at his lower lip, licking the little bites. He growled, sucking at her lower lip before claiming another deep kiss.
    Could the man get any sexier?
    Her cat rose to the forefront, growling in return as she slid her hands along his shoulders, feeling muscles ripple under the service uniform. Letting her cat out to play, she reveled in his touch, stretching and arching into his embrace. And damn, but he could do things with those hands. He massaged and stroked, finding erogenous zones she didn’t even know about along the backs of her legs, her sides, the curve of her back. She drowned, moments from surrendering all coherent thought.
    A solid click echoed in the silence. Gasping, she jerked in his arms.
    “Easy,” Rygard soothed her, his hands slow as they slipped the thigh harness down her leg. He kept her anchored with his gaze while he undid her torso strap and slipped it over her shoulders.
    Her mouth went dry. She’d never undressed in front of a man, not voluntarily. The remembered sound of cloth ripping filled her ears, of chains rattling moments before they dug cold into her fevered flesh. If he undid her uniform she wasn’t sure she could keep from clawing him, defending herself from the rapist who’d died already.
    But Rygard waited for her.
    Hands trembling, she reached out and unfastened his harness. He helped her slide it off. Burying one hand in her hair, he cradled her head and coaxed another kiss, and then another. His hands roamed over her as before, easing her back into a comfort zone and teasing her through the fabric until she pressed into him again.
    “Please.” She didn’t know how to ask for what she wanted next, had never tried. This had already gone light years further than the single kiss she’d shared with Katzer.
    “What do you want, sweetness?” He nuzzled her shoulder, a hand cupping her breast.
    She couldn’t give him her neck, not yet. She ducked to one side and nipped at the corner of his mouth,