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couldn’t think of anything but satin sheets and naked bodies.
    “So was I right?” he asked, his breath hot in her ear.
    A shiver slid down her spine. “Right about what?”
    The club wasn’t too busy, and she had a clear view to the bar. Their target was supposed to be a bartender, but he hadn’t shown up yet. She studied the people at the bar, the man behind the bar. If she could concentrate on the job, she could get through this.
    “Do I make you wet?”
    Ivy wanted to whimper. Hell yes, he made her wet. And hot. Where the hell was her water?
    “Does it matter?” she croaked.
    “It does to me.”
    He pushed her hair back, and then his lips were on her neck, nibbling so lightly she could scream. Ivy gasped—and subtly offered him more by tilting her throat toward him.
    It was an instinctive reaction, and she regretted it immediately.
    Or did she? Because she wasn’t precisely pulling away, was she?
    “What do you want me to say? Yes? Would that make you happy?”
    “The only thing that would make me happy is burying my cock inside you,” he whispered.
    “Dane,” she choked, torn between throwing caution to the wind to have a wild night with him and pushing him away and telling him to keep his dirty thoughts to himself. “We’re here for a reason. And if you keep talking to me like that, I won’t be able to focus.”
    He nipped her, not hard, but enough to make a little sting of pleasure slide down into her pussy. Then he eased back and leaned against the seat again.
    She turned to look at him. “That’s it? No argument?”
    His eyes glittered. “No. You admitted you want me too. That’s all I need to hear.”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    He grinned. “Sure you did.” He slid his fingers over her shoulder again and she shuddered. “You said you couldn’t focus. That’s enough for me. Because you’re affected, Ivy. You want me every bit as much as I want you. This thing between us is like lighting a match in a fireworks factory and hoping you don’t drop it.”
    She wanted to deny it… and yet she couldn’t. They hadn’t seen each other in over four years. And now, after only two days in each other’s company, she was constantly thinking about what being in bed with him felt like.
    She’d had sex since Dane. But none of it had been as good as sex with Dane had been. She’d told herself after a particularly disappointing encounter over a year ago—the last time she’d had sex, in fact—that she was idolizing that part of her life with Dane. That it couldn’t possibly be true. No man was that fabulous in bed, and no sexual encounter was that hot and perfect.
    Ivy swallowed. “Then I guess we better not drop it, right?”

CHAPTER TWELVE

    They stayed at the nightclub for three hours. Dane nursed two beers during that time, and Ivy finally agreed to have a glass of wine. She drank exactly half of it. They ate and watched the crowd and the bar. He kept in contact with mission control throughout the night, but their target didn’t show up. Dane didn’t know how the other guys were doing, though he hoped it was going better for them.
    Around midnight, Matt sent a message and told him to wind it up. Dane signaled for the check and then helped Ivy out of the booth.
    He put his arm around her waist and ushered her from the club. The minute they got outside, the night breeze hit them, bringing with it the smells of tropical flowers and the salty tang of the ocean. Ivy stepped out of his embrace, and he clenched his fist as he forced himself not to reach out and drag her back into the circle of his arm.
    He liked having her there. More than he should. He knew all the reasons Ivy was wrong for him, and yet he’d spent the entire night fighting an erection because she was so damn close and smelled so good.
    And then there was the dress she was wearing. It was the same one from earlier, the same body-hugging silky fabric, but she’d added a pair of high heels. The way her legs peeked out from