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support the little structure, then unzipped the entrance. "Take your boots off, drink some water and try to nap."
"Where are you going to be?"
"Backtracking to be sure we won't have any surprise guests. Stay inside the tent and zip the door closed.
You'll be able to see out pretty well, and it'll keep critters out. Our ride should be here shortly. Even if you seeDesi and the Zodiac, stay put. I won't be long. Oh, yeah. One more thing."
Sam gave her a quick, hard kiss.
"I really enjoy your one more things," she told him when they broke apart. She wanted to keep him safely by her side. "Come back and say it again."
"I have more than one 'one more thing,' sweetheart. Climb in, I'll be back in an hour."
Sam returned two hours later. He'd managed to contactDesi on the sat phone he'd retrieved from the large pack he'd hidden the day before near their rendezvous point. The other man had been detained in a village some twenty clicks down river. "Detained" meantDesi had encountered a young woman whose father was off fighting on the border.Desi wasMallaruzi and he was, apparently, usually pretty dependable. Unless he ran across a pretty girl. Sam warned him away from any other pretty girls and set up a new extraction time for 1200 hours. He then jogged almost halfway back to the compound without seeing evidence that there were more soldiers following them.
They'd come. Eventually.
But for now there was nothing more pressing than being with Beth and convincing her that she liked being with him, too.
After checking the perimeter for any sign of man, he rapidly climbed the tree and unzipped the front flap of the small tent. Inside was dim and relatively cool. Beth was asleep, her head resting on her outstretched arm. How the hell had he managed to keep his hands off her for a year and a half? Just looking at her made his heart beat faster, and not even his intense training could control the speed of his pulse. It was like she was the one specifically made for him, and his body recognized its mate.
Sam removed his boots before he crawled in beside her. It was a tight fit, which he didn't mind at all.
He lay like she was, one arm outstretched to support his head as he faced her. Merging his fingers with
hers, Sam enjoyed the simple act of holding her hand. Hers was so small, and soft, and incredibly female clasped in his large rough palm.
She was perfectly relaxed, her slender body conforming to the thick branches supporting the floor of the tent. He scanned her face, so perfect in repose and just inches from his. She was prettier when she was awake and her features animated; asleep her beauty was more subtle, but just as heart twisting. Her beauty was deceiving. She looked delicate with her pale, freckled skin and amber-coloredhair. But she was as tensile as steel. Sam touched a finger to the dark sweep of her lashes, dyed, she'd told him once unselfconsciously.
He trailed his finger over her cheek, then brushed it gently over the sweet curve of her lower lip. She smiled without opening her eyes. "What's the scoop?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
"Desi'sbeen held up. He'll be here in a few hours."
She opened slumberous sherry-coloredeyes. "What will we do with ourselves for two hours?"
"More like three or four."
"That long? Just the two of us in this little tent?" She brushed his hair off his forehead, then stroked his forehead with the pads of her fingers. Her touchtraveled like wild fire through Sam's blood. She shifted so that her hips aligned with his. Nothing between them but two thin layers ofLockOut and an erection that had started eighteen months ago.
"I hate being bored, don't you?" she whispered, tracing the creases beside his eyes, then the shape of his nose, then trailed down to Braille his mouth, her touch soft as air.
Sam tugged at the zipper at the base of her throat and started easing it down inch by slow inch. Her pupils dilated. "Intolerable," he told her, his voice thick.
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