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“I tried to call you when I got back,” he said. “I tried looking you up. It was then I realized I didn’t know all that much about you. You didn’t tell me you were in the Israeli military.”
She grimaced. “Most men were intimidated when I told them I was Sayeret Matkal. We were in Athens. I was on vacation. I wanted you to stay.”
“I wouldn’t have walked away.”
“I didn’t know that. I wasn’t willing to risk it.” She leaned her forehead against his chest. “I didn’t think it mattered.”
He rested his cheek against her temple. “I looked for you. I even came back to Athens, hoping I’d run into you.”
“You did?” She raised her head, her eyes wide, tears welling, blurring her vision.
He nodded.
“Every time I returned to Athens, I ate at our café. I walked along the steps of the Parthenon near sundown, wishing you were there.” She laid her cheek against his chest. “Perhaps our timing was off. Maybe it is now,” she whispered.
“Or maybe not.” Ace tipped her chin up and claimed her lips in a kiss that was everything and more than what Jasmine had remembered and dreamed of. If it was wrong to think of her own desires when her son was missing, Jasmine didn’t care. She was where she’d always wanted to be. In the arms of the man she’d fallen in love with four years ago and had never stopped loving since.
Her hands crept up his chest and locked behind his neck, deepening the kiss.
When he came up for air, Ace said, “I could do this all night.”
Jasmine bit down on her tongue to keep from saying, I could do this for the rest of my life. She still thought their timing was off, but she wasn’t going to question the gift they’d been given.
He kissed her again, his tongue sweeping over hers in a long and languid caress. When he broke away, he drew a deep breath and slowly released it. “Where do we go from here?”
She smiled, took his hand and led him into the guest bathroom, where she turned on the water in the shower.
Jasmine faced Ace and shrugged off her jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Her fingers rose to the buttons on her blouse only to be brushed aside by Ace’s hands.
Had she read him wrong? Did he not want to make love to her? Was he going to stop her from stripping naked in front of him? Her heart sank to the pit of her belly.
Ace cupped her cheeks between his palms and kissed her hard and fast. Then he reached for the buttons on her shirt and slipped them free.
Jasmine’s heart soared. It was going to happen. They were going to make love again. After four long years of dreaming about him, Ace was back in her life.
Chapter 11
Ace was so caught up in his need to hold this woman that all the years melted away, and it was as if they’d never been apart.
She fit him. No other woman had ever come close.
When all the buttons were free, he pushed the blouse over her shoulders, and it floated to the floor.
She reached for his jacket and pushed it over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, then worked the buttons on his shirt, her fingers fumbling.
His body on fire, Ace couldn’t get naked fast enough. He took over and ripped through the remaining buttons, shucked the shirt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers. He toed off his boots and stepped free of the pants, kicking them to the side. Lastly, he unstrapped the ceramic knife, leaving it lying on the tile.
While he shed his clothes, Jasmine slipped out of her pants, panties, bra and knife sheath.
As they stood before each other naked, Ace drank in her beauty. He reached for her at the same time she reached for him. They came together like sparks to tinder, igniting a bonfire of desire.
He crushed her to him, claiming her lips, feasting on her like a man wolfing down his last meal.
Her calf circled his leg, and her sex pressed against his thigh, hot and wet.
Ace bent and hooked his hands beneath Jasmine’s buttocks and lifted her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back.
