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Brooks went wild. It was fucking beautiful. If this was what he called making love, I prayed he wanted to make it every day. One orgasm broke and his mouth slammed down on mine, swallowing my screams. He didn’t stop to give me a second to catch my breath before he started building another.

I wrenched my lips from his and begged, “Baby.”

All he did was growl and speed up his pace. Sweet Jesus, I was going to die.

“One more,” he demanded. I tried to shake my head no but he wasn’t having it. “Come on, Doll. You’re close. Just let go.”

“I can’t.” And I couldn’t—it was too much. He was building something big. Way bigger than an orgasm. He was building hope and need. It was too scary.

“I swear. Swear it, Doll, I will catch you. I’m there with you. Let go and fall.”

I had a feeling he wasn’t just talking about my orgasm, though I couldn’t stop that, either. I toppled over the edge, my pussy convulsed and endorphins flooded my system. The pleasure was intense, but the swelling in my heart was bigger.

“Okay, Brooks,” I moaned and let go.

Either he’d catch me or I’d fall fifty stories to my death.

Only time would tell.

Chapter 32

“Would you stop fucking pacing?” Max grumbled.

“They’re late,” I reminded him.

“And you wearing a hole in the floor gonna change that?”

I flipped him the bird and continued walking back and forth, stopping in front of the window every few seconds to look out and see if they were back.

Tatiana and Declan had patrol tonight. They’d made the half-mile walk to the small town near the Raqa’i border crossing. They should’ve been home already. I was unusually on edge. My gut in knots. Something was wrong. I could taste the sour mix of dread and apprehension.

“It’s only been ten minutes,” he spoke again.

Only? Shit could slide from normal to fucked in less than ten minutes.

I thought back over the last week we’d been in Saudi Arabia. I’d had seven magnificent days with Tatiana. We’d had our recon date, it had been the single best date of my life. Guns, NVGs, a hot chick, and adrenaline. What more could a man want? During the assignment, she’d been the perfect partner. She may have questioned her instincts but I didn’t. She was thoughtful in her movements and mindful of our limitations. She was smart. I had to keep reminding myself that she knew what she was doing.

Twelve minutes, now. Fuck.

Declan was with her. He’d protect her if shit went south. He was one of the best in the business. Unless he was taken out first. Goddamn it, why didn’t I stop her when she pushed to be on rotation for patrol? Because she would’ve had your balls, you idiot. I could live the rest of my life castrated if it meant Tatiana’s fine ass was sitting at home safe.

Every second that ticked by was like a blow to my heart. If I’d thought I was in deep last week when I admitted I was falling for her, I was dead wrong. I hadn’t known there was such a thing as abysmal. The depth of my feelings for her were boundless, endless, incalculable. I knew more about her than any other person in my life. Seven nights lying in bed after we’d made love talking about everything and anything. I knew every detail of her life and she knew mine. I hadn’t held back anything. She knew all my secrets, my deepest fears, ugly shit I never thought I’d admit to another human being. I’d spilled my guts between learning her favorite food was chicken nuggets from McDonald’s and her favorite movie was A Walk to Remember.

I wasn’t falling for her, I was in love with her. And now she was fifteen minutes late coming home from patrol and a goddamn dragon was breathing fire in my belly. Serious as shit, what had I been thinking? The man who’d had her captured and tortured was six-fucking-miles from us. He’d find nothing but pleasure in carving her up again.

I was getting ready to grab my gear and go in search of them when they walked through the door. I took her in from top to toe and nothing looked out of place.

“Hey.” She was beaming and I felt like an asshole. She obviously enjoyed working and there I was thinking about chaining her ass to the bed so she couldn’t leave the house. Shit. I was no better than James-fuckstick-Monroe.

“Hey, Doll. How was patrol?”

Max chuckled from the couch and I cut my gaze to him. He’d find my size twelve boot up his ass if he told her I’d been pacing like an animal.

“Boring. Sorry we’re late.” Declan was giving her the evil eye and I wondered what that was all about. “But I had to make a small detour.”

“What kinda detour?”

“The kind that could’ve gotten us in trouble,” Declan mumbled.