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his lean body. Thin from the lack of food on the campaign he’d retained the muscular cut of a man accustomed the physical activity.
    Her gaze dropped and rested on the flesh between his legs.
    “The water is cold.”
    She gasped.
    “I’m so sorry.” She spun away from him. Heat burned from her face and crept across her body.
    “Even thin, you have wonderful curves,” James said. He moved forward in the water. “And your knickers don’t hide much.”
    “These are not knickers.”
    His arms wrapped around her waist. “I know.” He kissed the curve of her neck, his lips cold but his breath hot on her skin.
    She shivered.
    “The way the cloth wraps around your hips. I imagine you would look quite nice in a pair of knickers.”
    “This isn’t proper.”
    “Tamsyn, there isn’t anything proper about this entire situation. War, death, captives. I found it all meaningless, I questioned why I endured it all. Why I survived it all. Until ten days ago.”
    She rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. “What happened ten days ago?”
    “I met you.”
    His hand cupped her breast and his thumb caressed her nipple through the cotton fabric. Lightning coursed through her body and settled between her thighs.
    He urged her out of the creek and onto the dry bank. Turning her, his lips descended onto hers with an urgency she understood. His tongue swept inside her mouth and she mimicked his motions. Her lips danced against his. She nipped his bottom lip and darted her tongue across it.
    Kissing she could handle.
    He groaned against her lips and his hands slid down her backside. His fingers kneading her flesh. Her wet toes curled against the now-wet ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her hands found their way into his damp hair.
    He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. Heat radiated off of his naked skin and his fingers gripped her underthings. His hard length pressed against her stomach. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
    “Don’t be.”
    He opened his eyes and met her stare.
    “Please, don’t be,” she repeated. Her hands slipped down his arms and she tugged him further up the bank where the new grass grew soft along the creek’s edge. She bit her bottom lip and the ache in her body, in her heart once again roared to life.
    Lifting onto her toes she closed her eyes and kissed him again.
    Her fingertips slid down his stomach.
    He gripped her hands, stopping her. “No, you’re not a camp follower to be bedded on the riverbank.”
    “Is there something unpleasant about me?” The question rolled across her lips. Sharp tears sprang to her eyes and she squeezed them closed. Her teeth ground together.
    He released her. The air wrapped around her, cold in his absence while she waited for his answer.
    “Tamsyn, look at me.”
    She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. A treacherous tear escaped the corners of her eyes and trailed down her face.
    “Look at me,” he ordered again and waved his hands over his body. It glistened, still damp, in the afternoon sun. He rested his hands on his hips while she glanced over him again.
    She returned her gaze to his face. “What? What is it you want me to see?”
    “Do I look like a man standing before an unpleasant woman?”
    She closed her eyes. “I don’t understand.”
    He moved next to her and she opened her eyes again. “James…”
    “Shh.” His body tensed and his eyes scanned the trees along the creek. The loud crunch of footsteps caught her attention.
    His hands tightened around her and he dragged her into a thick bramble along the edge of the creek. Her toes sunk into thick, cold mud. He pressed his finger to his lips and they crouched behind the bushes.
    Two soldiers emerged from the trees. They scanned the creek in front of them. She recognized Waxman.
    “I told you she came this way. There are her clothes.” The younger soldier kicked at her dress with disgust.
    “She can’t be far.” Waxman’s gaze searched over