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fold, barely skimming, but arousing all the same. She couldn’t hide how wet she was or how eager she was to be breached when his finger hooked between her lips and briefly explored. She’d gripped him hungrily and made some pathetic, needy sound that he must have misconstrued, because he pulled his hand away.
    No!
    “Almost done,” he said flatly.
    He slipped his other hand inside her shirt, and she dropped her arms from her chest. He cupped and lifted each breast, passed his thumb beneath them, and across her tender nipples, and then stepped back. “I think you’re clean.”
    She let out some noise that was half growl and half scoff.
    He pushed the chair with her clothes closer to her and took a step back. “You’re cold. Dress.”
    She didn’t always have to do what he wanted. At the moment, she wanted to disobey. She didn’t want to put her clothes back on. In fact, she wanted him to touch her some more, and far less tentatively.
    Swallowing hard, she raised her chin again. “And what about you?”
    “What about me?” He crossed his arms over his chest and bobbed his eyebrows.
    “How do I know you’re not being tracked?”
    He laughed and gave his head a slow shake. “You should hope that I am.”
    “Maybe I should check just in case. Who knows what kind of questionable characters you’ve been around? I’m doing this for my own protection.”
    He snorted and put his hands up. “Okay, then. Check all you want. You’re not going to find anything. I don’t let people get close to me unless I want them to be there.”
    “Every now and then, you have to close your eyes, don’t you?”
    He chuckled and unzipped his jeans the rest of the way. “Now you’re sounding like Soren.”
    “Perhaps I’ve spent too much time around him.”
    “Easily correctible. You’ll never have to see him again, especially if I kill him.”
    “You’re not going to kill your brother.”
    “I’ve wanted to for less.”
    “And why would you want to now? Because some of his cautiousness has rubbed off on me? I would think you would like that, given my underdeveloped sense of self-preservation.”
    “No, because when you’re not looking, he looks at you like you’re a pretty morsel he’d like to devour, and you’re not his to eat.”
    “I’m not?”
    He growled, and said through clenched teeth, “No. You’re not his.”
    “Whose am I?”
    Without answering, he dropped his jeans and stepped out of them.
    Those weren’t all he’d stepped out of. His boxer briefs pooled atop his pants.
    He folded his arms over his chest and widened his stance a little so his feet were shoulder-width apart. “Go on and search me. You’ll see there’s nothing worth finding.”
    She didn’t think she was going to agree with that anytime soon. Already, she was finding new and interesting things, like that the tattoos that started at the sides of his neck continued down his ribs, past his hips, down to his knees. She’d probably need an hour to examine them all, and she planned to at some point, but that would have to wait until she had fewer distractions. Like the long, thick cock jutting proudly from the nest of dark blond hair at his crotch. Or the way her mouth watered at the enticing sight.
    With just a nod, he could have her down on her knees waiting for his explicit permission for her to take his shaft into her mouth.
    She forced down a swallow and dragged her tongue across parched lips. As usual, she’d spoken too quickly and without a plan. She’d gotten him naked, and now wasn’t certain what she was supposed to do with him, except touch.
    She skimmed her fingertips down the ridge between his pecs, and looked up to find him staring back curiously with one pale eyebrow cocked.
    “The shirt was already off,” he reminded her.
    “I know, but I was…standing farther away then.”
    “I see.”
    She skated her fingers around his navel.
    His abs clenched and contracted.
    “Does that tickle?” she asked.
    “A little.