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  As for her, careful had flown the coop. In fact, she was feeling as far from careful as she could get, practically writhing with need beneath his long, hard body.

  Unconcerned with the state she was in, he ran a large warm hand over her throat, her collarbone…her breast, where he paused to play with the pebbled tip. “I love your skin.” He bent to suck on her neck. “So soft…”

  His skin wasn’t bad either, all sleek and smooth and hard, and suddenly she blessed the bright daylight. She couldn’t stop touching him, running her hands over him, moaning when he slid a thigh between hers, spreading her, making room for him to lie between her parted legs so that his hard sex cradled against her core.

  God, she wanted him.

  His mouth between her breasts, he turned his head and slid his tongue over a nipple. With a gasp, she arched up into him, gliding her hands beneath the loose waistband of his jeans, squeezing his ass again, pressing him into her.

  Obliging, he rocked into her, and she shivered. “Off,” she said, slipping her hands around to try to pop open his jeans so that she could get her hands on something else. He kneeled up, giving her access, and she hummed in pleasure as her fingers wrapped around him.

  He was big and hot and velvety smooth. When she stroked him, he let out a sound that reminded her of a huge wild cat, like he was both growling and purring at the same time as he thrust up in her hands.

  He tugged open her shorts, then pulled them and her panties off, tossing both over his shoulder. Pushing her legs apart, his hands slid from her knees to her inner thighs, caressing as he went, teasing her into a writhing mass of desperation.

  “Easy,” he whispered, and then slowly, with devastating precision, outlined her with the pad of a single finger, back and forth until she was so wet and ready that she was crying out for him, begging. No easy way about it.

  “Please,” she gasped, thrusting her hips up mindlessly. “Oh, please.”

  He slid two fingers deep, and on his second long, slow, sure stroke, she exploded.

  While she struggled to return to her senses, a couple of things hit her at once. Not only had she done it again, come without warning, she actually had a death grip on him, and her teeth were clamped on his throat. She was panting for breath, her hand still wrapped around his hot and pulsing length, mindlessly stroking him.

  “Harley,” he whispered in a raw voice, and thrust into her hands, clearly close.

  And then—her front door slammed—the worst possible sound that she could have heard in that moment.

  “Christ,” TJ groaned, his face tight. His whole body tight.

  Harley struggled to catch her breath. “You locked my door.”

  “Yeah.” He rubbed his jaw to hers, his thumb brushing over her center again, making her jerk. “Maybe they’ll go away.”

  “Harley!” Skye yelled from the living room. “I need you!”

  With a low breath, TJ rolled off her to his back, flinging an arm over his eyes. “Fuck.”

  Yeah. Just what Harley had hoped to be doing. She sat up to apologize, pulling TJ’s arm away from his face. His eyes were closed and he was chewing on his bottom lip, breathing hard. She ran a hand down his tight abs, but he groaned and caught her hand, stopping her. “I’m going to need a minute.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes. I might cry, but I’m okay.”

  “I owe you,” she said softly.

  “I’ve heard that one before.”

  “Harley!” Skye yelled again. “Who’s the guy?”

  Harley held her breath. “What guy?”

  “The one with you.”

  “There’s no—”

  “He left his shirt on the floor, inside out. Which indicates he was in a hurry, or otherwise occupied. Am I interrupting something good? ’Cause I can come back. How close to done are you?”

  “Shoot me,” TJ muttered.

  Harley’s gaze ran down his gorgeous, sinewy, tightly wound body, stopping where his jeans were completely undone, leaving little to the imagination. Her mouth watered. “I’ll do you one better,” she whispered. “I’ll shoot her.”

  TJ rode home, a spectacularly uncomfortable thing to do since he was hard enough to pound nails. He entered his cabin fifteen minutes later and found Cam and Stone sitting on his couch, a game on his flat screen, his six-pack between them. “Girls’ night out?” he asked sarcastically.

  “It’s called Wedding Evasion,” Cam said. “Katie and Emma are working on the shower.”

  TJ raised a brow. “Katie and Emma together in the shower? And you’re here?”

  “The wedding shower.” Cam narrowed his eyes. “Are you picturing Katie naked?”

  “Yes,” TJ said. “With Emma. They’re good in the hot water together. Thanks for the visual.”

  Now he had both Stone and Cam snarling at him. Good. Their moods all matched perfectly. TJ kicked Stone’s feet off the coffee table so he could get to his own damn couch, and plopped between them, grabbing a beer.

  They watched the game in silence.

  “That second Alaska trip is a go,” Stone said at the commercial. “Six more weeks gone. If you want it.”

  “I want it.”

  Stone lifted a brow.

  “What?” TJ asked him.

  “I thought maybe you’d want to stick around, seeing as you’re doing something with Harley.”

  “I’m doing what with Harley?”

  “I don’t know. You tell me.”

  Keeping his gaze on the TV, TJ took a pull of his beer and said nothing. Yeah. He was doing something with Harley. He just wasn’t sure what exactly.

  He knew what he wanted. He wanted her. In a bed, for longer than a single orgasm.

  But he also wanted more.

  Since that “more” happened to fall in a pretty big gray area, he hadn’t been able to define it. “The game’s back on.”

  They were silent until the next commercial. Cam spoke first. “Heard you gave the Harley quite a ride.”

  TJ snapped threatening eyes in his brother’s direction, and Cam let out a sly grin. “Oh wait, you were on your Honda and with a Harley. Sorry, man. My mistake.”

  “You’re a dick.”

  Stone put a hand to TJ’s chest to hold him back and shook his head at Cam like he was shocked at his stupidity. “You’ve been sitting on that one, haven’t you? Bet you practiced that one in the mirror.”

  Cam grinned. “Too good to pass up.” He looked at TJ. “You and Harley stop sniffing around each other and do the deed?”

  “I’m going to kill him,” TJ said conversationally to Stone.

  “Can’t. We’re triple booked this week, remember? We’ll lose clients.”

  “It’d be worth it.”

  “Let him earn his keep first,” Stone said, and when Cam opened his mouth, Stone simply covered Cam’s entire face with his hand and shoved while keeping up the conversation with TJ. “If you still want to kill him after he brings in the dough this weekend, I’ll help you.”

  CHAPTER 20

  Harley and Skye shared the last of the ice cream on Harley’s porch as the sun sank below the horizon.

  “So,” Skye said. “You and TJ.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “He looked hot without his shirt.”

  “Yeah.” Even more so with his low-slung Levi’s unbuttoned, revealing his—

  “Is he as good in bed as he looks?”

  Yes. “Not talking about it, Skye.”

  “Okay but tell me you nibbled on those abs ’cause I want to nibble those abs. Our dead aunt Trudy would want to nibble on those abs.”

  “Skye!”

  “Right. Not talking about it.” She pouted. “But if I had a guy that hot, I’d let you drool over those abs.”

  “Can we talk about something else? Anything?”

  “Oh, come on. It’s not fair. You have all this…excitement in your life. I’m just trying to live vicariously through you.”

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