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hand trailed across her waist as he moved to stand in
front of her. His hands rested on her hips and instinctively her
body responded, pressing into his grasp and conveying what she
wanted. Their eyes met as his hands cruised across her breasts. His
touch transformed her quaking fear to trembling anticipation.
    “They’re gone,” he said. His thumb tracked
the line of her jaw.
    “Hair,” she said weakly.
    “Okay.” His long fingers combed through her
knotted jungle do. His arm circled her, his hand applied gentle
pressure to her back, drawing her closer. She relaxed against him.
Their bodies shifted, searching for that perfect alignment.
    She began to quantify. What she did next was
going to have consequences no matter if she said yes or no. Yes
meant letting him kiss her and kissing back. In minutes they could
be on that tarp having sex . . . her pulse ramped up. On the
downside . . . For crap’s sake. This wasn’t a forever
relationship. It was I want to feel good for a while sex.
She couldn’t think of a single reason to say no. If fact, the
thought of saying no was unbearable. She was weary of fending him
off and fighting her attraction to him. Fuck it! One time
getting crazy. Who was it going to hurt? They were in the middle of
the damn jungle, no one around. When they got back, he’d go his way
and she would go hers.
    His hand drifted down her cheek. The light
touch raised chills, defying the heat. He cupped her chin, lifting
her face to his. Lips parted, his mouth eased closer to hers.
“Done.” The word came out as a harsh whisper.
    Done? They weren’t done until she’d
run her hands over his body the way she’d wanted to since the first
moment she saw him. Not until she’d found out what he liked and
told him what she wanted. Done? Not until they’d used each
one of the condoms in their packs.
    Gemma blinked and blinked again. The jungle
behind Ben moved, came closer like a camera lens doing a close-up.
She went for her gun. Before she could palm the Ruger a massive arm
encircled her, trapping her arm against her body. The last thing
she saw before a foul-smelling gloved hand covered her face was Ben
engulfed by men in jungle camouflage and being thrown to the
ground. The Sasquatch lifting her off the ground wore body armor,
so she went for his face. Her free hand went back, her fingers
raking over a beard scrabbling for a grip on his nose, his ears,
anything to cause him pain. She didn’t know who or what the fuck
these assholes were. She did know she wasn’t going down without
hurting someone. One boot connected with his shin. Then her other
boot connected. The thing grunted and its hand moved enough for her
to see Ben on the ground, struggling under the weight of two men
doing their best to smother him.
    “ Great Cesar’s ghost . Admiral, take it
easy.”
    She delivered a hard blow to his ear,
accompanied with another kick. He knew she was an admiral. Damn
it. She got a grip on his ear.
    The giant shook her like a Rottweiler with a
chew toy. “We’re SEALs.”
    SEALs? They sent SEALs to rescue us? How
the bloody hell did they find us? No way. These men were
from the cartel .
    “I’m going to take my hand away, and if you
let go of my ear I’ll put you down,” he growled.
    She twisted the man’s ear and he gave her
another shake.
    The men on top of Ben were looking up, the
whites of their eyes the only part of them not camouflaged.
    “It’s Hunter. I was in charge of the SEAL
team that rescued your daughter, Commander Carver.”
    Hunter? A year ago her daughter
Olivia, a Coast Guard helicopter pilot, was on a personal mission
to get the drug lord who ordered the execution of her twin, Daniel.
She’d gotten inside the cartel, been discovered and taken out to
sea aboard the man’s yacht. The SEALs, led by Hunter, were the
spearhead of a multi-agency force that rescued Olivia. A mission
she herself had been in charge of. Gemma released his ear and
nodded. He grunted and took his hand