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and lips on her body. Day and night, she’d found herself fantasizing about him.
    “You’ve been touching me everyday,” he said. “Torturing me with your fingers, your laughter, your simple presence. I want you so badly, I can hardly stop myself from throwing you on that bed and stripping you naked.”
    Her nipples peaked under her thin nightgown. “Perhaps, I’d like that too.”
    His brows crashed down over those beguiling eyes. His voice came out raspy. He searched her face as if looking for deception. “You shouldn’t. Being with me, even if I don’t share your bed, is dangerous.”
    “I’m used to dangerous men. I know how to handle myself.”
    “What kind of dangerous men?”
    She came to stand in front of him, looking down into his handsome face. “My past is checkered with them, but I’m leaving that life behind as soon as I can. I have an incredible radar system that lets me know who’s dangerous and who’s not. You’re not, Miles. I know that. You’ve been sleeping in my bed for weeks. I’d like to truly share it with you.”
    “Are you sure?”
    Grasping the gauzy material of her gown, she bunched it up, raising the hem higher and higher. It grazed her thighs, her hips. Using both hands, she lifted it over her stomach and breasts. At last, drawing it out, she freed it from her head.
    Closing the last bit of distance between them, she dropped it at his feet. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
    He gazed at her body with a look of wonder. “God, you’re beautiful.”
    Letting him draw her into his lap, she sucked in a breath as his lips closed around one of her nipples.
    Knowing this was all a dream—that it could never last—Charlotte tipped her head back and let herself be carried away.

Chapter Two
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    San Diego
    Nine and half months later

    H E W AS B EING followed.
    Two days ago, Miles noticed a black hybrid following him to the Hit & Run where he grabbed a bottle of caffeine and a protein bar to overcome the previous night’s whiskey-induced hangover.
    Fresh off of his last job for Shadow Force International, he’d been lying low and kicking back, enjoying the mild Southern California weather and the fact he had running water again, unlike the Bosnian hellhole he’d been in just days before. Even the last job he’d had in the States, helping keep news journalist Savanna Bunkett from dying at the hands of the president, had been a cakewalk compared to Bosnia.
    But Bosnia was a stone’s throw from Romania. Romania held answers. Answers he needed to know what had happened nearly a year ago when someone destroyed the helo his SEAL team had been traveling in. In those mountains with a beautiful brown-eyed blonde who haunted his dreams. He was going back to find her, or at the very least, the person responsible for the death of five good men, as soon as Emit Petit let him.
    Which wouldn’t be anytime soon. He was finally due some R&R from SFI, and what did Emit say to him? Do me a favor. Run the West Coast Division of Rock Star Security until a replacement can be found.
    The Rock Stars were the cover business for SFI, and in this day and age of rich, famous, and reality TV wannabes, the security service was booming. Every man on the team was a former SEAL with a shady past. Each of them went by a codename in order to protect their real identities. Their skill sets were perfect for the bodyguard and security service work needed.
    Although Miles had dabbled in the RSS side of things, he didn’t know much about running a group of bodyguards. But he couldn’t let Emit down, no how, no way. The man depended on him and Petit was a stand-up guy. An honorable one. He’d rescued Miles from Romania and gave him a job and a place to stay upon his return.
    Miles had never wanted to be a leader—he preferred being in the field. At least the men working for him understood the job and the chain of command. They all