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then
    tugged her pants from her legs.
    Clad in nothing but a white silk thong, she jerked the
bronze silk robe from the chair by the bed and
    shrugged it on as she turned to face him.
    "You know, Ian, this habit you have of leaving me a
second before I get off is becoming annoying."
    "Your habit of poking your nose into my business could
become dangerous," he snapped, fury contorting
    his expression. But lust gleamed thick and bright in his
eyes.
    Kira pushed her fingers through her tangled hair, shook it
out, and cast him a mocking look from beneath
    her lashes.
    "Oh really, Ian," she drawled then. "You
brought your business to me, remember? The night you slipped
    into my condo and crawled that tight ass of yours into my
bed during that op in Atlanta. Don't start crying
    foul now. You're just pissed off because you finally met a
woman unwilling to play the ready-and-willing
    submissive. Speaking of those, didn't you ever get
bored?"
    His lips thinned and she swore that muscle jumping in his
jaw was going to tear right out of the tightly
    stretched flesh of his cheek.
    Damn, he was a tad upset.
    Poor baby.
    "What kind of deal is Homeland Security running here,
Kira? Don't fuck with me. Not now. Mess in my
    business here and I might have to kill you."
    And damn if he didn't sound as though he meant it. He was
almost believable. Maybe. If she were on
    mind-altering drugs, she thought with a sniff.
    "The big bad cartel leader now, are you?" She
tossed her head back and let a low, seductive laugh
    whisper from her throat. "Come on, Ian, you enjoy the
game too much to kill me. Besides." She moved
    closer to him, ran a finger down his heaving chest, and whispered
the words that she knew had the
    potential to rock his little world. "Why would they
run an op against their favorite bad boy spy?"
    It was a guess, nothing more. A supposition. A hope, but
the reaction was far more than she anticipated.
    The change was frightening. The lust in his eyes was
instantly replaced with icy fury. His expression
    tightened further, the harsh planes and angles of his face
cast into savage relief a second before he
    grabbed her.
     
    Between one breath and the next Kira found herself, arms
locked behind her back, her back to his
    chest, and his powerful arm braced around her neck as his
lips lowered to her ear.
    "Get out of Aruba, and take your accusations with you.
Get as far away from me as possible or I'll fuck
    you until you're dying from the orgasms. And once I've had
my fill of you, I'll break your pretty neck."
    His arm tightened around her neck for emphasis as his hard,
corded body vibrated with tension against
    her. She should have felt at least a frisson of fear. She
assumed that was the point behind the hold on her.
    It wasn't painful, but it reminded her to the very core of
her being that he was broader, stronger, and a
    hell of a lot more experienced in violence than she was.
    She didn't try to break loose. She knew better. For every
move she had, Ian had one to counter it.
    Instead, she relaxed into the embrace, became soft and
pliant, aware that he only tensed further behind
    her.
    "Go ahead, Ian," she said softly. "Kill me.
If you can."
    HE COULDN'T.
    Ian stared down at her face, felt her body relax into him,
and felt like a drowning man. Only it was soft,
    willing woman he was drowning in. The scent and feel of the
one woman he had learned was a weakness
    he could ill afford.
    "You're playing a very dangerous game," he
whispered against the soft silk of her hair as he felt her ass
    flex against the hard length of his cock.
    Her unique, pretty little ears were at his lips, the little
slant and soft curve of the lobe tempting his lips.
    His dick was throbbing, aching. Just the thought of her
could do this to him, make him crazy to fuck her,
    to hold her to him and bury himself inside her.
    Luck had been on his side in Atlanta eight months before.
There hadn't been the time or the opportunity
    to take her, and each time he'd managed to