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photos. Where was his family? Sure, her family life was a mess, but at least she had parents. Would he allow her to become more in his life? To become his family?
    Stevie sucked in a ragged breath as realisation struck. She clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream.
    Oh, my God! I had sex with uber-hunk Storm Richardson! And not just sex, but earth-shattering, cosmic, orgasmic sex!
    “Yeah, but I made love to the sultry Stevie Persing.”
    She turned her head to see his smirk. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
    “Lucky guess.” Storm cupped her cheek and kissed her lips.
    Stevie grinned. Sultry. No one ever called her anything that remotely sexy. “Want to show me round two?”
    “In the hot tub.”
    Electricity surged through her veins. If he continued to make her forget, then in the hot tub indeed.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Storm watched Stevie sink into the heated water and forced himself not to drool. Surrounded by the warm oak trim and the wispy grey tile lining the hot tub, Stevie reminded him of a sexy angel. His cock returned to full mast. She didn’t realise her own beauty because she hid it under bulky T-shirts and billowy blouses. That and her parents berated her at every turn in favour of her sister Gypsy.
    In the nude, Stevie surpassed the Venus de Milo. Not that anyone else would see. After that explosive orgasm, Storm refused to share her. Ever. Did that make him possessive and jealous? Hell yes.
    Naked, he strolled across the living room and out on to the covered deck. Stevie smoothed her hair away from her face and scooted to the opposite side of the tub. “Join me?”
    “I insist.” Storm lowered himself into the hot water and sighed. Stevie worried the corner of her mouth. He wanted to kiss her troubles away. In her mind, he saw the conflicting thoughts bouncing around at warp speed. He wasn’t sure where to begin and he wasn’t ready to tell her he could read her memories, so he asked instead.
    “Baby, what’s whirling a mile a minute in that gorgeous head of yours?”
    As her gaze flicked over his bare chest, he felt the odd desire to inhale to make his body more impressive. His flat nipples puckered under her scrutiny. The soft voice in his head spoke again.
    Mate.
    Storm leant against the back of the tub and rested his arms on the grey granite tile frame. “Like what you see?”
    A rosy glow rushed into her cheeks. The steam floating up from the water couldn’t cause crimson that deep. “I do.”
    A foolish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. And, brother, did he love what he saw basking in his hot tub.
    Love? Storm bobbed his head. This was love and deep love at that. The vision of Stevie in a creamy white dress, murmuring ‘ I do’ flashed like a movie scene in his mind.
    Mate.
    Oh yes. She’d become his wife and his mate. His everything .
    “I hope you’re satisfied. I’m not very skilled at sex, like most other women.” She glowed from the tops of her breasts to her hairline. “Although I’m out of practice, I know the mechanics.”
    Storm frowned. Out of practice?
    Considering his orgasm, he’d give her a perfect score for her abilities. He saw her vision of the physical ideal woman in her mind—her sister. “Why do you compare yourself to Gypsy?”
    A frown touched her lips and Stevie shrugged. “It’s ingrained in my psyche.”
    Closing his mind, he listened to her with his ears and his heart. She needed to come to him. He couldn’t barge in and seize what wasn’t up for grabs. “You feel this way because of your sister?”
    She nodded and stared at the oak planks of the ceiling. She crossed her arms over her chest, as if to cover her nudity. “You met my folks. Doris only wanted blonde-haired, blue-eyed children. Lloyd wanted boys to roughhouse. I came too quickly and didn’t fit selected parts of the bill. Gypsy came when they were ready and fit more of the requirements. All she had to do was bat her eyes and Daddy gave in. Guys