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track. But all at once, he couldn’t help himself.
    “Because,” he said silkily. “If I was him, I’d want to punch anyone who was thinking about you the way I am. What you taste like, the way you kiss with your whole body, the smell of your hair in the morning.”
    All of that—plus the way her gaze deepened with so many unspoken things when he finally pushed into her after an eternity of being apart. How she moved against him sensuously, her cries enflaming him until he was so full of her he couldn’t imagine anything more pleasurable.
    It had been two years since he’d felt her body take his over and over again, and yet he couldn’t stop the soul-deep reaction he had to the crystalline memories.
    The tension ratcheted up a thousand degrees as they eyed each other, and he had a pretty good idea she was remembering that wild two weeks with the exact same explicitness.
    “You’re right. You shouldn’t be thinking about me like that,” she murmured in complete opposition to the heat radiating between them.
    “Oh, I agree.” His hand strained to lift the stray lock of her hair that had separated from the rest and lay innocently across her shoulder, waiting for him to slide it along his fingertips. “I have absolutely no right to be picturing you naked, riding me with your head thrown back and your breasts bared. But the beauty of it is I can see you like that anytime I want because I have it here.”
    He tapped his temple. Her breathing hitched audibly, and his own wasn’t too steady either.
    “Stop saying things like that.” Her arms crossed over her midsection as if hoping to ward off the truth with that slim barrier alone.
    Yes. He absolutely should stop talking about sex. His hard-on was approaching painful.
    “Why, because you can’t handle the fact that you still think about me exactly the same way?” It came out more harshly than he’d intended, and she flinched.
    What the hell was he doing ? He was supposed to be securing her help, not goading her into admitting things that didn’t matter. This was why he’d stayed away so long, refusing to be in the same city, let alone in the same room, with the woman he wanted more than oxygen but couldn’t have. He’d let her go, which had been the right thing to do, then and now.
    She was with Jared. And acting like a jealous ass wasn’t going to change that or change the events of the last eighteen months. Blowing out a breath, he raked a hand through his hair and opened his mouth to apologize when she shook her head.
    “I don’t think about you,” she insisted. “I can’t.”
    “Because you’re with Anderson,” he shot back grimly.
    That was a mood-killing bottom line for sure, which was exactly what he needed to do under the circumstances. Their conversation thus far was tame compared to the things he’d like to be saying to her, preferably while driving into her from behind as she cried out his name on a long wave of release.
    Didn’t matter what he’d prefer. Other people might be able to screw around with someone in a committed relationship, but this was one instance where he’d own his sainthood. It was imperative that he back off before he did something that would scrape at his conscience later.
    “No. Not because of Jared.” Fire snapped through her expression and not the good kind. “Because I can’t do this with you . You broke up with me, Charlie. You . For all I knew, you’d found someone else and were too much of a pansy to tell me to my face.”
    The accusation cut through him, scoring him far deeper than he was prepared for. “That’s not what happened.”
    “Then what did happen?” she demanded.
    “I—” Can’t tell you.
    Not just because it was highly classified. But because the crack of that IED exploding reverberated in Charlie’s head for hours some nights. He’d been at the back of the team on that road into Abu Al-Khaseeb. Evan Silva had been at the front.
    The shrapnel wounds had been horrific, peppering