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audio. McCabe? Do you copy?”
    Morgan’s voice in his ear was doing nothing for Landon’s state of mind. He pushed his free arm from the wall and reached for the battery pack secured to his belt, double-checking to make sure the receiver for his mic was still off.
    What in hell are you doing? As he’d emerged from the stairwell to find Emma standing on that ledge, he’d flipped off the mic for no good reason. When she’d slipped, it had stolen the air from his lungs, and all Landon had known was that he had to act. Career suicide hadn’t been on his agenda today, but here he was, delivering the deathblow with his own two . . . uh . . . lips. But holy hell, how could he even think about pulling away when she felt so damned good in his arms? Her lips were silky soft against his, her mouth sweet with just a hint of red wine. Emma arched into him, and through the thin fabric of her dress, the tight points of her nipples rubbed against his chest. Landon couldn’t help the groan that worked its way up his throat, and when she reached up and guided his hand to the swell of her breast, his composure took a nosedive.
    Kissing Emma was a free fall from six hundred feet. An unparalleled rush. Adrenaline coursed through his body, the high so intense all he could think was, More . He wanted as much of her as he could get. His mouth slanted across hers as he deepened the kiss and she responded, her tongue sliding against his as she threaded her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails across his scalp.
    The way she held him tight against her was maddening; the thin fabric of her dress with no bra underneath allowed him to feel her as though she had nothing on at all. His hand wandered to cup her breast through the silk and she moaned into his mouth. When his thumb flicked over one pearled peak, she shuddered against him. “Oh, God, McCabe, do that again,” she gasped as she broke their kiss, her head rolling back on her shoulders.
    Something inside Landon’s chest tightened when she called him McCabe and not by his first name. As if the moment was totally impersonal to her and he was nothing more than a body filling up the empty space in her arms. His teeth gnashed together as he tested the tight peak again and a low, sensual moan escaped her lips. The thrill of a challenge spurred him as he tasted the flesh beneath her ear and downward to where her shoulder met her neck. The same deliciously delicate column of skin she’d taunted him with earlier today. By the time he was through with her she’d never call him “McCabe” again.
    He reached down and cradled her ass in his palms, lifting her until one leg straddled his waist. Emma’s skirt hiked up around her hips and his fingers found the bare skin of her ass. Worst. Angle. Ever. He regretted their current position because he was now obsessed with her soft skin and desperate to see the sexy underwear that bared her to him in the most torturous way possible. Landon firmly believed there should be a shrine somewhere dedicated to thongs. Emma gripped his shoulders and pressed her back into the wall, which, coincidentally, jutted her high, pert breasts closer to his face. Landon took the opportunity that presented itself and kissed the swell revealed by her deep plunging neckline.
    This is wrong. This is so, so wrong .
    But seriously, Landon couldn’t be bothered to give a shit about right or wrong when she thrust her hips against him, rubbing her nearly naked core against the erection straining against his fly in a way that made him ache to move the thin strip of fabric aside and bury himself inside of her and—
    “McCabe, we’re moving in.”
    The voice in his earpiece was as effective at cooling his lust as a dunk in a pool of ice cubes. It probably wouldn’t do much to advance his career if Morgan found him up here with Emma wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. How in the hell would he explain himself? I was just grilling her for information and she tripped