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wouldn’t miss any part of this exchange.
    “Ooo-kay,” she began slowly. “You want to have sex with me. You want to have sex with a woman to whom you’ve never spoken more than a few words at a time. Tell me something, Steele, is this one of those situations where any pussy will do? Is it a guy thing, coming off a mission and you’ll dip into the first available well you can find?”
    He looked completely taken aback by her blunt language. Surprised even. Then he seemed to figure out that it was possible he’d just been insulted.
    “I don’t fuck around,” he growled. “I’m clean. I use condoms. I haven’t had sex in a year.”
    “All righty then,” she said, more than a little surprised at his admission. “Maybe a little more than I needed to know.”
    “If you’re sleeping with me, you need to know.”
    This was true. But wait,
was
she sleeping with him? Was she entertaining the idea of sleeping with him? The mind boggled. A man she’d spent plenty of time fantasizing about was here in her living room calmly discussing the matter of sex between them as if it were something they did on a regular basis. Not that she’d have a problem with that. But she definitely had questions because this was shaping up to be the most bizarre day in a very long time.
    “Why?” she asked softly. “You don’t even like me, Steele. You can barely stand to be in my presence.”
    He pulled her back close, trapping her in his arms, his gaze boring into hers. “Why do you think that is, Maren? You’re an intelligent woman. You saw the hard-on I had for you earlier. Put two and two together and I bet you’ll find your answer.”
    “You’re attracted to me,” she whispered.
    He stood a long moment without saying a word. Finally he broke the silence, his jaw clenched. He was positively ill at ease. Cool, unflappable Steele was agitated.
    “You’re under my skin. Can’t get rid of you. Sometimes when I sleep . . . I can smell you,” he admitted. “I can see your eyes and those cute glasses you wear. I wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through your hair.”
    Ho-ly shit. This was . . . epic. This . . . There wasn’t even a description for what this was. This was huge!
    She raised her hand, self-consciously adjusting the frames. “You think my glasses are cute?”
    He let out a sigh and then, to her utter astonishment, he relaxed, his shoulders dropping the tiniest bit, and an honest-to-God smile curved the corners of his lips upward.
    “Yeah. Cute.”
    “And you want to have sex with me,” she repeated.
    “I believe that’s what I said.”
    “Wow. And, um, what then?”
    His eyes narrowed. “You drive me crazy. You’re under my skin. Stuck deep. I don’t need you there. You’re a distraction, and I can’t afford distractions. So we’ll have sex and then I’ll stop fantasizing about what it’s like.”
    “I have to say, that’s about the worst proposition I’ve ever heard in my life.”
    Steele shrugged. “So I’m not a sensitive guy. You want to fuck or what?”
    She clamped her hands over her ears. “Stop. It’s only getting worse.”
    He pulled her arms down and then tilted her chin up with two fingers before he claimed her mouth again. She sagged into his arms, her eyes closing in bliss. When the man wasn’t talking—and she’d decided it had been a blessing he hadn’t spoken to her before—he was sexy as sin. Silence was sexy. So far, his speaking hadn’t been that great of an idea. Eloquence was not one of his strong points.
    “You want me,” he said gruffly against her mouth. “You want me every bit as much as I want you.”
    “Well duh,” she grumbled.
    He pulled away, his eyes flashing. Triumph glittered in those ice blue depths. Only instead of feeling the chill in his gaze, all she felt was searing heat.
    “The team is staying at the clinic. We have about six hours before we go wheels up. Your bed big enough for both of us?”
    Slowly she