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answered my questions with nonchalance, as though normal people moved all the freaking time, and went to war, and risked their lives. As if it was easy to sign away large chunks of your life. It gave a completely new meaning to the word “sacrifice.”
    â€œHow do you do it?” I asked, our hands still joined, my throat clogged with no small amount of awe. The fighter pilot thing might not have impressed me all that much, but his dedication definitely did.
    â€œDo what?”
    â€œAll of it. It just seems like you’re giving up a lot. Do you ever regret it? Do you ever wish you could do something else or have a little more freedom?”
    He shrugged, his stomach muscles rippling with the movement.
    Gah
.
    â€œIt’s a job like anything else. There are days that I get pissed off, days that I’m sick of the life. But I do it because I love it. There’s nothing like the feeling I get when I’m in the cockpit. I’d put up with anything for that. I joined the military because I wanted to serve, because I believe in the mission. But honestly, it’s not that altruistic. I have one of the coolest jobs in the world, and I love it.” His eyes darkened, his voice going all husky again. “Nothing else has ever given me the same high I get when I’m in the jet.”
    God, he was intense, in the best possible way. It would have been easy to focus on the flashy watch, or the cocky glint in his eyes, or the fact that he definitely looked like he had game and was in the market to score. But beneath that, I saw a guy who carried an enormous responsibility on his shoulders.
    â€œYou’re not just a nice pair of biceps and a six-pack, are you?” I joked as I reached out, my hand resting on his stomach. My mouth went dry as I imagined kissing my way down those abs, licking, biting . . .
    His smile uncurled, my nipples tightening with the wicked glint there. “Are you trying to get me naked?”
    God, yes.
    â€œMaybe.”
    He pulled me down toward him, our faces inches apart. He nipped at my bottom lip and a shudder tore through my body.
    â€œGood,” he murmured between our mouths.
    He kissed me hard, his hand gripping the back of my head, tugging on my hair. His lips weren’t soft, his touch definitely not gentle. It was demanding—a kiss that yanked the lust right out of me until I was desperate for more. Our decision to go to Tao last night was beginning to feel like one of the top five decisions of my life.
    Noah released my hair, his hands skimming down to my hips again, his fingers hooking under the ties of my bikini bottoms. When he’d toyed with me there before, it had driven me crazy. Now it wasn’t nearly enough.
    Luckily, he seemed to agree.
    His hands moved from my hipbones, tracing the delicate skin above the top of my bathing suit bottoms. His fingers brushed back and forth, each touch sending a tremor through my body that went straight to my clit.
    And then he dipped under the fabric and I lost my mind.
    His hand hovered there, inches away from where I wanted him to be, his eyes on me, as though waiting to see if he’d gone too far, waiting for some sign to move farther.
    â€œTouch me.” I whispered the words, another tremor ripping through me, my nipples tight and aching, my body growing wetter with each second that passed.
    Noah groaned, the sound filling the cabana, his fingers dragging down my skin until his thumb hit my clit and I found my nirvana.
    He pressed against me, rubbing there, and my body arched forward, my head rolling back as I rode his hand. I’d been so turned on, so ready for this for so long, and with one touch I went off like a firecracker.
    He toyed with me, teasing my clit, trailing down, pulling the arousal from my body, slick and wet, and then he slipped inside, his fingers pumping while his thumb rubbed me over and over again, driving me closer and closer to the edge, to the orgasm that