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still held her in a gentle embrace.
    Jane couldn’t change the circumstances of their situation, but at least she could make the best of things while they hid from the VC.
    If only his kisses didn’t make her want to squeal. The one action that would put both of them in immediate danger.
    So she focused on her growing passion instead. She met his mouth, desire matching desire, as she experimented with angles and levels of pressure, testing the limits of his abilities.
    Who would’ve thought? He had no weaknesses in the kissing category. Not a one.
    As a matter of fact, he got extra points when he slid his tongue between her lips and took the kiss to a whole new level.
    Clutching at his corded shoulders, she hung on as he used his mouth in new and amazing ways. Her breasts tingled and her core ached; he had her so turned on as he transported her to a place a world away from Vietnam.
    In a single smooth move, he slid his hand under her blouse. The rasp of his palm skimming over her stomach sent her into orbit and made her strain on her tiptoes to arch into him even more. With feather light passes, he stroked her skin until she tingled with the need to have his hands on every inch of her body.
    Their breathing, his low growls, and her little gasps were the only sounds to fill the closet. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could hurt her as long as Barnaby had her in his arms.
    “Oh my dear, you’re so sweet, so beautiful,” he groaned, rubbing his thumbs over her plain, nylon bra.
    When he rolled a nipple between his fingers, she would have collapsed if not for his strong arm anchoring her to his heated torso.
    Exactly as it should be.
    The thought rocked her to the core. They fit perfectly.
    He dipped a hand lower, over her hip, and ran a fingertip under the hem of her skirt.
    “Barnaby,” she breathed. The hand disappeared, leaving a void that craved his touch. “What’s wrong?”
    He stroked her hair. “Nothing at all, my dear. I’m just ... you’re an amazing woman. I want to ... but I won’t if you don’t— Just know that I understand if ... Criminy.” He groaned and rested his chin on the top of her head.
    “Don’t stop on my behalf.” No more coloring between the lines. They only had right now, and she wanted him, plain and simple.
    “Are you sure?”
    She groped for his hand in the darkness and hooked it under her skirt.
    “Completely certain.”

Chapter 3
    Forget the knife lust, Barnaby’s mind had become consumed with another hunger altogether. The ever-present need to kill had been surmounted by his need for Jane. Not since 1553 had he wanted a woman so badly.
    Not any woman, but Jane, this woman with a fierce commitment to her job despite personal danger, a sweet smile that greeted him every morning, and a body that seemed designed to nestle perfectly against his own.
    Speaking of which, when she gave that breathy sigh against his mouth, the perfection of the sound sent a jolt of desire into his hard cock.
    He slid his fingers inward along the skirt fabric. The heat between her legs felt like the sweetest, most perfect warmth, and he inched his fingers upward. Her delicate floral scent, like those yellow apricot flowers here in Saigon, surrounded him.
    God’s teeth, what he’d give to see her treasures for himself! But without light, his other senses became amplified, as if his mind wanted to imprint the memory of her into his soul. Every sound she made set his nerves on edge. Every sweep of his rough palm over her silky skin elicited an answering tightness in his groin. The tiny noises she held back as they both tried to remain unheard ... he wanted to be inside of her posthaste.
    When she gripped his arm where the bullet had passed through, he couldn’t reconcile the mixture of pain from his rapidly healing wound and the pleasure of her hands on his body. He wanted more of her contradictions—pleasure with pain, sweet but seductive, soft and tough. Her invasion of his senses threatened