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caressed her breasts, the other slipped inside the waistband of her panties and slid downward. When he began to stroke her, she cried out in pleasure and arched into his caress. She was so close to the edge that she slipped over with very little help from him.
    His own breathing was ragged, his body taut as he lowered her gently back to the bed.
    “Better?”
    “Much.”
    For a few minutes she nestled comfortably against him. Then she reached up, her fingers stroking his perspiration-damp brow. “This is driving you crazy.”
    He laughed. “Yeah.”
    “Michael, why don’t you want to...to make love to me?”
    “I’m afraid you won’t respect me in the morning.”
    “Saint Michael.”
    “What?” His voice was hoarse.
    “Saint Michael slew the dragon—with his sword.”
    “You meant Saint George.”
    She giggled. “Oh, yeah.” Then she sobered. “You don’t want to take advantage of me.” But her breath was already accelerating again, her body tensing.
    “Jessica, can’t you understand? It’s the drug that’s making you this way.”
    “Not just the drug, Michael Rome.”
    “You’re not thinking straight.”
    “It’s coming back. I need to feel you inside me.”
    “Don’t say that!”
    “Maybe it’s the only way to slay the dragon.”
    She pressed her face against his chest. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. “Michael, I’m not usually like this.”
    “I know, baby, I know.”
    “I—I can’t help it. My body aches.”
    So did his.
    She looked up again. “Michael, I promise you—it’s more than just Dove.” Then with shaky hands she reached up and captured his head, dragging his mouth down to hers. Suddenly he realized that in all the intimacy they had just shared, they hadn’t yet kissed.
    Her mouth was sweet and warm. He brushed his lips back and forth, then settled with a steady pressure. He felt her tongue test the serrated edges of his teeth and then dart beyond. He accepted the invitation, meeting her thrust with one of his own. She had pushed him almost beyond the limits of endurance, and now his control was just about shredded.
    When he lifted his head, it was to gently kiss her cheek, her forehead, the line of her jaw. His lips slid downward to the throbbing pulse at the base of her neck.
    He had wanted to taste her breasts too. Now he could no longer resist. Taking one hardened nipple in his mouth, he sucked, feeling her quicken with pleasure in response.
    Her body was on fire, but not just from the drug pumping through her veins. In her heightened state of sensitivity, Michael’s fingertips were like fine tracery on silver, scoring her body. His mouth was a moist balm, polishing her skin to a high sheen. She wanted this man, wanted all of him, and very urgently. Her fingers slid down his body, finding him through the fabric of his pants.
    He groaned in response. “Jessica, don’t.”
    But she didn’t listen. The provocation had the desired effect. With a curse he stripped off his clothes and then her panties. No woman had ever driven him to the brink of insanity like this. He was beyond thought, beyond reason, beyond even gentleness.
    She felt him pierce her most sensitive flesh. But she welcomed the invasion, arching her hips to meet it. Her movements were frantic as she twisted against him. It was impossible to slow down, to savor the experience. Her body drove for release and found it in a quick, shattering climax. A few moments later she felt his body shudder.
    Then he started to ease away from her, and her arms tightened around his shoulders. “Don’t.”
    He buried his face against her hair. “Are you all right?”
    “Yes.”
    Her fingers stroked across the broad expanse of his back, feeling the tense muscles relax. “I think this time I really may be all right,” she whispered.
    “Good.”
    “You won’t leave me?”
    “No.”
    “Tomorrow we have to talk.”
    “Tomorrow.”

Chapter Five
    L ieutenant Hugh Devine had been going off duty