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you.”
    She grinned. “Darn it. A girl can hope.”
    Wow. He’d expected Suze to be shy, or maybe cold—not feisty and funny and warm.
    Once she turned over, he let her wait a bit, partly so he could enjoy the sight of her and partly so she’d wonder what was coming. For him, that was half the pleasure of making love with a new partner—wondering what was coming next.
    Or who was coming next. It would be her. He’d make sure of that.
    Now he was thinking too much. He put his hands on her shoulders and kneaded the tight muscles there, pressing hard with his thumbs until she moaned aloud.
    â€œOh, Brady,” she said. “I didn’t realize how tense I was.” She moaned again. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    â€œMan, you’re easy,” he said, moving down to press his thumbs along her spine. “You’re already calling my name, and I’m still fully clothed.”
    â€œI was going to talk to you about that.” The joke tapered off into a moan.
    Brady had had his share of massages, from physical therapists and from women who wanted to impress him with their skills. He did his best to remember everything that felt good, and he used that knowledge to knead her neck and rub hard under her shoulder blades.
    â€œLoosen your belt,” he said.
    She was so lost in the massage, she didn’t seem to think at all as she hiked up her very fine butt and struggled with the clasp to her belt. Tugging her jeans down until they were dangerously low, she relaxed again. He had a little trouble getting started again, since he hadn’t expected the combination of tight athleticism and hourglass-shaped sexiness her body revealed. She always wore those baggy pants and shirts. He wondered why.
    He kneaded her lower back, making her moan even more.
    â€œDang, I didn’t know I was so sore,” she said. “I should do this more often.”
    â€œA lot of times you can get a massage at the Justin tent,” he said. Justin was a boot company who’d put their brand on the map by sponsoring sports medicine stations at every major rodeo. They patched up the cowboys who wrecked and offered advice for those with chronic injuries. Since a lot of cowboys rode hurt, the tent stayed busy through every rodeo.
    â€œI guess I should try that.”
    She sighed, giving herself over to the massage. Brady gradually gentled his touch. He was a little worried she’d fallen asleep, but hell, if she had, he’d lie down beside her and count himself lucky he didn’t have to break all his rules.
    Maybe he should pretend he was just here to give her a massage. He glanced at the door again, then back at Suze, who had suddenly turned over. Her eyes were wide-awake, and he was now straddling her hips.
    There was no turning back. His pardner down under was ready for action, and though Brady himself might be a coward, his pardner never let a good woman down.
    â€œUm,” he said.
    She smiled. “Were you going to say something?”
    â€œI was. But danged if I can remember what it was, now that I looked in your eyes.”
    She turned her head.
    â€œThat won’t work,” he said. “Now I’m looking at the way your lips turn up at the corners and the sweep of your jaw.” He reached down and stroked her jawline with one finger. “You have a strong face,” he said.
    â€œIs that a compliment?”
    â€œFrom me it is. I like strong women.”
    â€œIs that what you were going to say?”
    â€œNope.” He kissed the corner of her mouth. “Whatever that was, it’s lost and gone forever.”
    * * *
    Suze closed her eyes and gave herself over to sensation as Brady kissed his way down her jaw, then trailed his lips and tongue down her neck, down her throat. He reached her cleavage and tugged at her sports bra, but it wouldn’t budge.
    She tugged at it, trying to help, but the danged thing was