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her green eyes. “So he’s using warbirds to collect his spoils. He told me that one had our explosives on board.”
    We’d stepped into the shadows of a narrow alley between two mud-built buildings, away from the main flow of market-goers. The sounds of traders declaring their wares, bartering, and rattling carts drifted down the backstreet. Squinting through the dust, I recognized the distinctive outlines of a number of ships that would likely be easier to steal than one of the Candes’ most prized possessions.
    “I know the flight codes,” she said as though that made it easier.
    I arched a brow.
    “He blew up Starscream ,” she added by way of explaining why we should piss Turner off even more.
    My gaze slid back to the street where a patrol of iron guards was making its way toward us. Red sashes, all on the Candes payroll. They’d recognize us.
    “We got incoming,” I grumbled.
    Fran scowled, spat some Spanish, and then slammed a palm into my shoulder, shoving me back against the mud wall. I had a protest all lined up, the words “what the fuck” on my lips, when she leaned her entire body against me and assaulted me with a bitch of a kiss. She tasted like iron, courtesy of the red dust on her lips. There was nothing questioning about her attack. It was a statement. Take it or leave it. I skewed my gaze sideways and saw the guards amble on by.
    Fran’s kiss broke up, became less of a demand and more of a request, probably because I wasn’t kissing her back quite like she’d expected.
    I clasped her face in my hands and held her back, smudging dust across her cheek. “You done?”
    Her dark eyebrows dug in.
    Man, I’m so tired of this shit. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m hard and I’ll take it, but—”
    She slid her hand down my hip and cupped my junk. A smile hooked into the corner of her lips.
    “We nearly died back there. We lost Starscream . You saved my ass.” She pushed her face against my hands, bringing her so close that her eyes were all I could see. “You aren’t going to say no.”
    I have trouble thinking straight at the best of times, but when a woman has her hand on my cock, I stop thinking altogether. She worked the heel of her hand and my stalwart attempt at being sensible stuttered. I slipped my hand into her hair and flipped us around, pinning her hard enough against the wall for bits of mud to fall away. Our hoods blocked the market from my sight.
    It wasn’t like we hadn’t danced to this tune before. But when we fucked, it was driven by hate, and fear, and a whole other heap of tangled shit. It was that thatI was tired of.
    “Cale …” she purred, working her hand in a way that had me arching into her. “You like it quick and dirty.”
    Bracing my forearm against the wall beside her head, I breathed into her hair. She smelled good, like lavender, like always. My chin grazed her cheek. She was coiled tight as a spring, her body rigid and littered with fine adrenalin-fuelled tremors. I had no idea what the fuck was going on with her and if she kept jerking me off, I’d stop caring pretty fucking soon.
    “You want me,” she whispered.
    If she starts with the Spanish, there ain’t no way I’m escaping this. “Wasn’t fucking Turner enough?”
    Her hand squeezed, breaching the wrong side of pain, and I made a snap decision to never piss off the woman who had my cock in her fist.
    “I didn’t fuck Turner,” she snarled. “Just worked him over.”
    “Like you’re doing with me?”
    Her eyes narrowed to vengeful slits. “Are we talking about sex or having it?”
    She’s my drug. Her hand quickened, my doubts scarpered, and I reckoned something like a groan slipped free before I could stop it.
    “We’re about to steal from pirates,” she whispered, low and enticing. “We’ve got nothing left to lose. Turner will kill us if he catches us. Fuck me, Cale. Do it now.”
    She caught my free right hand and guided it to the heat between her legs.
    “No.” Fuck,