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His nostrils flared. But what the hell did he expect? Her blessing? Still, he couldn’t let the barb slide. “Easy for you to cast judgment when you have no clue what brought me here.” He backed her into the counter. “Let’s just say your little betrayal by your ex? The way the DIA is using you? It’s a fucking cakewalk in comparison.”

He stalked out of the head and stateroom, crossing the salon to the galley. He’d brush his teeth at that sink.

He kicked the cabinet and cursed when he remembered he’d left Ivy alone with enough weapons to mow down an army.

Chapter Thirteen

She should grab one of the guns right now. End this nightmare and move on. But Curt had said to cooperate.

Dammit!

Did that mean she shouldn’t try to escape if given a chance? Probably, considering he’d said as long as she didn’t feel endangered by Dimitri, he wanted her to work with him.

And, in spite of everything, she did feel weirdly safe with him. Like the fact that he’d let her know where the guns were hidden. She’d never have found them on her own, and there’d been no need to show her. He’d protected CAM and given her a deeper sense of security by showing her how to access the weapons.

But that didn’t change the fact that he was a spy. One she’d pissed off, no less.

She heard him stomping around in the stateroom. Even hardened spies stomped around like little boys when grumpy, apparently.

It wasn’t lost on her that her opinion seemed to matter to him. Exactly how much power did she wield here?

She washed her face and combed her hair, going through her normal bedtime ritual on an evening that was the definition of abnormal. Ready for sleep, she abandoned the bathroom and came face to face with Dimitri. Without a word, he brushed past her to use the head.

She changed into a T-shirt and shorts, then climbed into the bed, taking the far side against the wall. She was utterly exhausted, but wound up. Tonight would be fun.

Not.

A few minutes later, he joined her in the stateroom and stripped naked before pulling back the bedcovers.

“You’re not sleeping naked,” she said.Why does his body have to be so damn beautiful?

“Yes. I am.”

“I’d prefer you didn’t.”

“Does the sight of my body offend you? It’s just a penis. Half the world’s population has them. And you’ve already been intimate with mine.”

She rolled her eyes. Then, Lord help her, she flushed at the memory his words brought forth. Yes, she’d been intimate with that part of him. She’d done no less than beg for it.

In unison with her thoughts, his penis thickened.

He laughed. “I figured I was too exhausted for sex, but apparently, there is no such thing as too tired to want Ivy MacLeod.”

She glared at him, even as her thoughts ran along the same lines. How could she feel aroused…byhim? She tucked herself closer to the wall.

He sighed. “I won’t touch you, Ivy. No matter how much I want to. But again, you can touch me all you want.”

“It’s just physical,” she said, her tone defensive. She forced her shoulders to relax. She was supposed to play along, and they needed to return to their earlier cease-fire and general accord. She raked his body with her eyes and allowed a slight smile. “It’s unfair that your body is so frigging gorgeous.”

“Unfair? I work hard for this body. It’s not about fairness, it’s about dedication.” He climbed into the bed and pulled up the covers, which tented over his ever-growing cock.

“Admit it, you’re only sleeping nude to rattle me.”

“I always sleep nude. But yeah. That too.”

The mattress had to be small to fit in the stateroom. It was a double bed, nothing more. Dimitri wasn’t a small man, and he took up more than half the space. She wasn’t a small woman. She pressed her back to the wall, giving him as much room as possible.

Exhaustion won, and sleep came surprisingly fast. Hours later, she woke to find she’d migrated to his side of the bed and curled up against him.