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  “I know. I’m multitasking. Humor me.” He settled a big, warm hand on her inner thigh and nudged it over as if she wasn’t opened enough to him already. “God, look at you,” he murmured. “So pretty.”

  She closed her eyes. “Stop with the sweet talk; you’ve got me. Now do me.”

  His thumb slid over her heated flesh, spreading her just a little. “You’re all pink and glistening. And wet.”

  Words failed her as he played in all that wetness.

  “Is it for me, Maddie? Are you this excited for me?”

  His voice was low and thick and not just a little heavy with male satisfaction, which was both sexy and irritating. “Well, who else?” she asked.

  “Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

  “Are you kidding me? I just said you’ve got me.”

  “Maybe a guy likes to know when a woman is hot for him.”

  She came up on her elbows to see him. He was all tousled and rumpled and damn it, sexy as hell. “Maybe a guy should just get on with it before she changes her mind!”

  “Come on.” He had the balls to smile. “You’re not going to change your mind.” With that, he leaned in and put his mouth where his fingers had been.

  She managed some inarticulate response and gripped the sheets beneath her, her hips arching right up into his mouth in shocked pleasure. Slipping his hands beneath her, he cupped her butt and in less than two minutes, had whipped her blood back into a frenzy. She was panting, gasping, an inch from meltdown when he pulled back. “You never answered my question.”

  Her heart was drumming so loudly she could hardly hear him. “I don’t remember your question.”

  That earned her a cocky grin. “What does Rick have on Leena?”

  He hadn’t asked that one, she knew that much, but she wanted him to finish! “She works for him.”

  “Ah.” Another slow, sure stroke of his tongue. “What does she do?”

  “She’s a jewelry designer for his gem company. Damn it, Brody!”

  A soft huff of laughter brushed over her sensitized flesh. “Love the sound of my name on your lips. All hot and bothered and frustrated.” Still between her legs, he kissed one inner thigh, then the other. “You should know, slow is really my thing.”

  “Your window of opportunity is closing down, big guy. I need my beauty sleep.”

  “Are you telling me you could actually go to sleep right now?”

  “Like a baby.”

  “Really.” His thumb lazily stroked over her, ripping a gasp of pleasure from her. His gaze met hers. “Tell you what, Mad. You go to sleep.” And with a soft kiss to her hip, he went to roll away.

  “Oh, no.” Pulling him back, she let out a low laugh. “Finish what you started.”

  “Luckily for you, I always finish what I start.” He gave another pass of his thumb. “Including in a few hours when we go find your sister.”

  “There’s no we.”

  “Face it, babe.” Bending his dark head, he went back to work, making her gasp again. “There’s a we.”

  Damn the man. He could take her outside of herself like no one else ever had. “Brody, I need—”

  “Me. You need me.”

  He was so damn sure of himself. And so damn right. “I’m going to—”

  “Come,” he whispered thrillingly, sucking her into his mouth. “You’re going to come.”

  Yeah. Always right. With little to no effort, she burst, and then he was inside her once again, and she was pulling him down so that she could feel his heat, his strength, feel him nuzzling at her neck as she changed his slow, lazy pace to supersonic so that this time they both lost it together.

  Lost . . .

  Even as together, they were found.

  Chapter 16

  A few moments later, or it might have been a year, Brody let out a long, satisfied sigh. “Okay, so your way works, too.”

  He had his face against Maddie’s throat, which smelled so good he took a lick. He hadn’t found any more piercings or tattoos, which he had to admit surprised him. Unwrapped from the tough girl packaging, his badass Maddie was all warm and sweet on the inside.

  “That wasn’t fast,” she said. “If I hadn’t speeded things up, we’d still be at it.”

  He lifted his head, feeling pretty damn satisfied with his world, even more so when he saw the look on Maddie’s face.

  Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling. Her gorgeous, silky hair rioted all around them on the pillow, her skin dewy and flushed, and honest to God, just looking at her, his heart skipped a beat. “That wasn’t fast enough? How is that possible? I’ve set new records for you.”

  Unimpressed, she lifted a shoulder. “Could have been faster.”

  He had to laugh. “How about I’ll try harder next time.”

  At that, her eyes flickered open, and a set of sharp baby blues landed on his. “Next time?”

  “You’re telling me we’re not doing that again?”

  She didn’t say anything to that.

  How could she not want to do that again? She was still flushed and damp and glowing. She’d enjoyed herself. She’d come. What wasn’t there to repeat? “How could something so good be bad?”

  She slanted him a look. “You’re going to be a guy about this, aren’t you?”

  “Apparently, yeah.”

  With a sigh, she sat up, tugged the sheet from beneath him, and wrapped herself in it, covering up that bod he could happily have draped around him forever. “I’m sorry I lost it earlier in the shower. But that helped a lot.” She paused. “Thanks.”

  Thanks?

  “It’s been a long time for me. Which is why I . . .”

  Okay, he liked that he’d been the guy she’d let break her dry spell. He liked that a lot. “Why you what?”

  “You know. Went off so fast.”

  “Wait a minute.” He thought maybe he’d just been insulted, but his brain hadn’t quite gotten back on track, so he wasn’t sure. “Are you saying any guy could have gotten you off that fast?”

  Rolling her lips inward, she just looked at him.

  “Hell, no.” He shook his head. “You are not going to tell me that.”

  “It’s not personal, Brody.”

  Hell, yeah, it was. “What just happened in this bed was not something that happens all the time.” He was sure of it.

  “My vibrator works its magic in six minutes.” She lifted a shoulder when he stared at her. “Just saying.”

  “I was way better than a vibrator.”

  She laughed and went to get out of the bed, but her laugh backed up in her throat when he snagged the sheet at the small of her back. “Hey.”

  But he didn’t let go, hell, no, leaving her two choices—get out of the bed naked or stay in it.

  She stayed.

  Craning her neck, she sent him the famous Maddie glare that had sent many people scurrying for cover. Never him, though. A sick part of him liked that look. It made him want to tug the sheet off and see what she would do about it.

  So he did.

  She squeaked and then rolled, executing a rather impressive dive off the bed to the floor, where she grabbed the forgotten towel, wrapping it around her.

  And then, nose in the air, she strutted into the bathroom.

  He lay back on the bed, tucked his hands behind his head, and waited. Vibrator, his ass. He was way better than a damn vibrator.

  When she came out a few minutes later, wearing some sort of silky-looking pants and top that were shaped like sweats but skimmed and clung to her body in a way that suggested lingerie, her nose was still in the air.

  “Going to get a nosebleed,” he noted.

  She put her hands on her hips and tossed back her hair. He wondered if she knew her nipples were hard and pressing against the silky fabric. Wondered if she knew that at just the sight, his mouth watered like Pavlov’s damn dog. “You can reign superior all over the place,” he told her. “But admit this at least—you’re not hurting nearly as bad as you let me