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because of them that they never realized how much danger they were in until it was too late.
    Strangely enough, coming from her, the comment sent a surge of warmth through his chest instead of the usual resentment, a rush of power—as if she could pay him no higher compliment. It didn’t make a lick of sense. Hell, for all he knew, it could be part of her routine. All harlots had one; some were just better than others.
    And Honesty was infinitely better than most, he decided, when her hand delved beneath the water. Her fingertips grazed his hips, and Jesse couldn’t decide if it was a designed move to arouse or an innocent mis-aim. Either way, it had hot blood centering in his groin. He seized her hand under the water in a tempered grip. “Do you tend to all your customers so thoroughly?”
    She blinked. “Rose said to oblige your every whim.”
    His every whim, huh?
    Well, why the hell not? When a man found himself stranded with a beautiful, willing woman, he shouldn’t complain. He should fall on his knees and thank the gods.
    How long had it been since he’d lost himself in a soft, warm body? Too damn long, now that he thought about it. After two months of diligent tracking, didn’t he deserve a night off? And if that night included being pleasured by the prettiest sporting girl this side of the Rocky Mountain Range, he’d consider himself richly rewarded. “Honesty?”
    â€œHmm?”
    â€œI’ve got a whim that needs obligin’.”
    He dragged her hand to his hard shaft. Dark eyes widened in alarm, she sucked in a breath, and her entire body went tighter than a lodge-pole pine . . .
    For a moment Jess wondered how experienced she could be at pleasuring a man, when she acted as if she’d never touched one before.
    Then her fingers closed snugly around him, and he couldn’t think at all.
    â€œAh, God!” he gasped, sinking back against the rim of the tub, pushing himself further into her palm.
    As if emboldened by his body’s reaction, herhand moved up, then down. “My, my, that’s quite a loaded weapon you’re packin’,” she drawled in that red-velvet voice.
    Stars burst behind Jesse’s eyelids and every last drop of blood in his body seemed to rush to his groin. The air around them grew hot enough to peel the hide off an armadillo.
    He gritted his teeth and fought for control. “You keep touchin’ me like that and it won’t stay loaded for long.”
    She licked her lips again, and seeing that pink tongue sliding across the seam of ripe flesh proved his undoing. With a half-groan, half growl, he cupped the back of her neck and dragged her face down to his.
    The instant their lips met, light exploded into tiny shards behind Honesty’s eyes. She couldn’t deny that she’d been kissed before; over the last few months, there’d been more than she wished to count, and most of them had been like this—demanding and possessive and self-satisfying.
    None of them had ever rocked her down to her corset strings.
    As his mouth devoured hers Honesty tried to call upon the methods Deuce had taught her over the years to fend off overly bold advances but not a one came to mind. Even if any had, she didn’t think she could muster the strength to use them. Her heart pounded so loud she swore he could hear it; her hands felt sweatyand clammy at the same time. A wild craving unfurled low in her belly, a restless urgency she could neither define nor fight.
    Honesty moaned and leaned closer into him. She’d never dreamed a kiss could be so. . . . enjoyable. His tongue felt like velvet sliding across hers and the pressure of his lips as enticing as paradise.
    He shifted, and Honesty realized that she hadn’t yet moved her hand. She’d never touched a man’s. . . . privates before—she’d always managed to keep the game from going that far. But as Honesty once again