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and stilled her movement. “Sweetness, I’ve got only the loosest grip on myself right now.”
    Her stomach eased and the nickname further warmed her skin. “Then why are we still talking?” When the concern faded from his gaze and he smiled, she unhooked his seat belt and grabbed for his shirt. “Show me what you have under here, sailor boy.”
    His eyes narrowed and filled with hot intent, but he reached over his shoulder and tugged the gray tee off in that sexy one-handed way guys did. Before she could get on with the ogling, he’d grabbed her, kissed the slope of skin where neck turned to shoulder, and then bit her. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to know exactly what he’d done.
    She gasped, not from pain, but surprise.
    With a possessive grip of his hand, he soothed his thumb over the spot and threw her a cocky smile. “I’ll cure you of that nickname one way or the other.”
    No way she was giving up that taunt. His reactions were too freaking priceless. “You’re still talking,” she said breathlessly, dropping her gaze to appreciate the cut ridges of muscle covering his abdomen. If he’d intended the bite as punishment, that wasn’t how her body perceived it if the dampness between her legs was any indication. Her hands gave in to the need to see if all that muscle was as hard as it looked. Yup. Geez.
    He crushed his lips to hers. His tongue filled her mouth, plunging, swirling, simulating the movement she yearned to feel elsewhere. “Take your hair down,” he rasped, then dove back into the kiss, stealing her breath, commanding she submit to his desire. Taking orders wasn’t her usual MO, but for him, for this, she’d make an exception. With clumsy fingers she removed the pins and band, dropped them…somewhere. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders.
    “Fuck, yeah,” he whispered, his hands gripping the thick strands of hair and forcing her to move how he wanted her to move, stay where he wanted her to stay.
    She reached for her shirt and pulled, forcing them to break the kiss. Brady released her hair and grasped her arms before she could remove the cotton completely. “Lean back.” Bracing a hand on the dashboard behind her, Joss obeyed, Brady’s body following. Shirt still raised, his tongue found the line of her bra, traced from one side of her chest to the other, slowly, teasingly, maddeningly . She was trembling now, from the adrenaline of this crazy moment, from the sheer force of her arousal.
    “What is this?” he asked, caressing the tattoo covering her heart.
    “It’s a sparrow,” she whispered. It had been her first.
    “Wish I could see it better.”
    Another time . She’d barely restrained herself from saying the words. They wouldn’t have been true anyway, right?
    The calloused pads of his fingers played at one bra cup’s edge. He glanced up at her, eyes on fire. She nodded.
    He pulled the satiny fabric down, exposing her heated flesh to the hot nighttime air. “Perfect,” he murmured against her skin. Kissing and licking around the curves of her breast, he circled her nipple until she thought she might beg him to touch her there. And then he was. Kissing. Flicking. Sucking deep into his mouth. She arched into it and grabbed on hard to the lean muscle of his shoulder.
    Crazy, crazy, totally freaking crazy … oh, so damn good.
    Brady tugged the other cup out of the way and treated her right breast to the same worshipful attention...
    What was it she’d been thinking again?
    His tongue demanded she not waste another brain cell trying to remember.
    But then he returned the satin cups to cover her. Joss gasped as the form-fitting material pressed against the rigid peaks of her nipples. “What—”
    “Shh.” He kissed the corner of her mouth as he settled her shirt into place. “Dammit, Joss, I want to spread you out and explore you all night long. But what I don’t want is for anyone to see you exposed. So, shirt on. Okay?”
    Warm pressure filled her chest.