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right back to the medbay. The second…she’d probably pick up right where she’d left off trying to pound his face into the mat.
    She shifted her hips again.
    “Fuck! Will you stop doing that?” He bit back his groan and the impulse to slam his own head into the mat just so he wouldn’t think about how he wanted to rip off her pants, pull down his and bury himself into her.
    “What? This?”
    She wriggled again and managed to get one hand free. Swearing, he recaptured it, looping his forearm under the back of her neck and holding her arms down. The new position gave him more control but brought his lips temptingly closer to hers.
    He could feel her soft breath against his face. She was so close all he had to do was lower his lips a few more inches and then he would finally know what her mouth tasted like. Instead he growled at her as a predatory smile crept across his face.
    “You know, naughty girls who don’t listen get punished.”
    Her eyes widened, whether in shock or outrage, he wasn’t sure. But the swift darkness that filled them took his breath away. Fuck. He’d said it as a joke, and maybe to push his luck a little. He hadn’t expected her to respond.
    “Jason…”
    There was only so much temptation a man could take. Hearing his name on her lips in that breathy voice was the final straw. He leaned in and claimed her lips.
    A groan escaped his throat. She tasted better than he’d dreamed and he couldn’t get his fill. Angling his head, he teased the seam of her lips, slowly and deliberately as if he had all the time in the world. Tempting her to play the game.
    She shifted, relaxing under him. He nipped her lower lip, taking advantage of her gasp to breach her defenses and slide into her mouth. Her whimper of need was lost in his mouth as he stroked his tongue around hers.
    His hold on her arms slipped, forearm twisting to cradle her neck as he deepened the kiss and explored the soft recess of her mouth with brutal thoroughness. He couldn’t believe he was doing this; kissing Colonel Rhade while she writhed under him on a gym mat. Lust, white hot and primitive, surged through him as she pressed against him with a passion that matched his own.
    His hand slid down and made a lazy, deliberate exploration of her body from her neck down to her back, his fingers conforming to her every curve and hollow that they encountered. Slipping to her side, he lightly grazed the side of her breast then reached the flare of her hips.
    *
    The slight moan of pain alerted him first before he felt something warm and wet. He pulled back and lifted himself up to see the dark purple blood on his fingers. Concern immediately took over and lust was relegated to the back seat. “Shit, we have to get you patched up again. You’re bleeding.”
    She dropped her head back against the floor. “Scott, you’re obsessed with blood. You got some kind of weird fetish I need to know about?”
    “Well I don’t know about you but I’m not in the habit of making out with really hot women if they’re hurt and bleeding on the floor.”
    He untangled their limbs and rolled away. Lifting the tank top, he took a closer look at the wound. It was still an angry purple color and one of her cuts had reopened. “Dammit, you’re a stubborn cow. Has anyone ever told you that?”
    “Ouch! Fuck you, Scott.” She arched her back as he tested the edges of the wound.
    “I’d love to gorgeous but maybe later when you’re not wincing in pain.” Jason said as he lowered her shirt, pretending to pout in disappointed at her comment. “Come on, if you don’t want to go all the way to the medbay and get your ass chewed out by the doc, at least let me patch you up.”
    She lay on the floor, her gaze assessing as she looked at him. Finally, she nodded. “Okay, but make it quick. Hurst’ll chew me out for sure this time if he catches us.”
    Jason shook his head as he stood up to get the medkit. It was a good thing that this time of day the gym was