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with a soft whisper and untied her arms.
    Immediately she clung to him, sobbing and so upset she was going to make herself sick. Her arms tightened desperately around his neck. He could feel her tears along his shoulder. Warmth momentarily filled his chest. She loved him. She was his. Her family would remain a problem.
    “No more calls, Mara.” He rubbed her hair and shifted her on his lap, untying her legs with one hand. “No more of this.”
    “No more… No more, I promise.” Tear-drenched green eyes met his when he tipped her face to meet her eyes.
    She was his. “Stop crying now. You and I have to take care of things.” He shifted her so she felt every inch of his cock.
    She blinked and shuddered in a breath. “You still want me?”
    Want her? Cupping her face, he kissed the salty tears, feeling his heart swell. “I want you. Now, show me how much you want me.”
    Mara nodded, and the slow, shy smile he’d dreamed of on too many nights made an appearance. He should still punish her, he knew, but she was his. He’d take care of this family, and then she would be all his.
    “Beg for it.”
    “Please let me…suck you off.”
    His erection pulsed, painful and ready for her sucking mouth.
    Yes, he’d forgive her. Maybe find this sister and kill her. And this mother and father that dared to draw her from him.
    First this, then the woman the Russians wanted guarantees was dead. Then, he’d take care of his life with Mara so that no one else could ever interfere.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    Russ could admit he was becoming a bit obsessed with Susan Fielding. She was like a sore tooth a tongue rubs against, even when one knows one shouldn’t. It didn’t help that he drove past her place to get to town. Or maybe it did. At least he had a chance to spot her.
    He could barely remember the taste of her soft lips. She’d been so warm in his arms. But she was a difficult woman to corral.
    For someone new to town, she sure was busy. So far he’d seen her out to lunch with Irene twice, at the hardware store three times, and at the little market half a dozen times. Each time, as soon as he’d managed to haul his truck into the parking lot, she’d pulled hers out. He felt like they were playing cat and mouse.
    He wanted a lot more than to play with her. He wanted to catch her and…well, do things he’d never considered before. He dreamed of her every night. Not simply rolling around in her bed until they were both exhausted, but marking her as his so everyone, from the young punk at the hardware store to any Tom, Dick or fucking Harry, knew she was taken. By him. But that was in his dreams.
    Reality was a tough son of a bitch. Reality said he was a long way from even rolling in bed with her. Susan Fielding thought he was nothing more than some flirt. A flirt . He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles popped. He sank further in his seat and leaned an elbow out of his open truck window while he tried to relax his cramped muscles.
    Yep, Susan Fielding was one tough little thing. She’d told Irene over lunch that he was a big flirt and got around way too much with the women. What the hell? didn’t even cover it.
    He didn’t even know how to flirt, did he? Well, by Susan’s response, he’d say no. She even had him questioning himself. He didn’t flirt with women. He didn’t even buy them drinks. Women always came to him. They bought him drinks. Well, they had when he’d still been down at the base. And that usually got them what they both wanted. Sex. He had been good to them. He’d always been careful to see to a woman’s pleasure as well as his own—even if it was a one-night stand, he’d tried to make it good for them. Sometimes he’d hooked up twice, but never more.
    He’d never wanted more. Now? He wanted more. It felt like he needed more. More than simply sex. He wanted to see Susan smile, listen to her life story, find out what made her seem so happy. But, yeah, he was a man. He wanted to