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writhe under his body and press her hips to his, making her needs perfectly clear.
    God, he felt good.
    She could feel the tension of the day unwinding as she gave herself over to pure feeling—something she rarely did. Her mind was always running, always worrying, always obsessing about something. The only other time her mind cleared was when she was racing.
    Like water flowing.
    That was how this felt. It shouldn’t. She didn’t really know Brady that well. She hadn’t spent much time with him—except in fantasies. If fantasies counted, she’d spent a lot of time with him.
    She needed to be careful. Brady was a man, not a fantasy. A… man.
    The proof of that fact was pressing into her at this very moment, making her body heat and soften, opening to take him in, to make him a part of her memories forever. Because whatever happened, she’d never forget this night.

Chapter 5
    Brady looked down at Suze and tried to forget that he was breaking every rule he’d ever set for himself when it came to women.
    Never sleep with a woman who takes things too seriously was number one.
    Never sleep with a woman who has a yapper dog was number two, but Suze might be exempt from that one, since she wasn’t your typical yapper-dog woman.
    The third rule was Never talk to a woman about anything personal. He normally kept his conversations light. He’d talk about rodeo, about music, and about drinking, but never about a girl’s home life or his own goals and dreams. But he’d let Suze spill her heart to him, and he’d told her more than he’d intended about himself.
    The fourth rule was one he hadn’t expected to break tonight.
    Never sleep with a woman who makes you feel too much .
    Something about Suze’s combination of strength and vulnerability spoke to him, deep down inside in parts of his heart he usually kept walled off. As a foster kid, he’d learned that caring about people only made it hurt more when they left you, so he was careful to keep his relationships superficial.
    Suze had always seemed so standoffish that he’d never dreamed she’d get under his skin like this. Being with her felt like stepping into a kiddie pool and discovering it was six feet deep. He was way out of his depth, and he couldn’t figure out how he’d gotten there.
    And they’d only just started.
    He glanced toward the door. He could make a run for it.
    But then he looked down at the woman lying beneath him and decided he’d regret running for the rest of his life.
    â€œSomething wrong?” she asked.
    â€œNope.” He smiled, hoping she couldn’t read the fear in his eyes. It was fading anyway. She looked so sweet, lying there—a word he never thought he’d apply to Suze Carlyle.
    That long blond hair, freed from her trademark braid, lay uncoiled on the pillow. Her body was uncoiling too. He could feel her relaxing, softening, letting him in.
    But there was still one hill to climb. Actually, it was looking more like a mountain. She’d relaxed enough to let out a little whimper a while back, but then that V between her eyebrows had returned and he knew she was taking this way too seriously.
    â€œSuze,” he said.
    She opened her eyes and blinked up at him.
    â€œStop thinking.”
    â€œI’m not.” She squirmed against him. “In fact, I was just thinking that—oh.”
    â€œYup,” he said, grinning. “Exactly.”
    Green. Her eyes were green and had a strange crystalline clarity to them. They reminded him of a stream flowing through a forest, the cool, clear water reflecting the spring green of the leaves.
    She shrugged, prettily embarrassed. “I guess you won’t believe me if I told you I was thinking about how I wasn’t thinking?”
    â€œGuess not.” He rose to his knees. “Turn over.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œTurn over. Don’t worry. I’m not going to spank