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anyone to touch him like this? That would be never . Everything
he did was calculated. At least it always had been, but this? He had no clue.
    He fought back the urge to adjust himself in the restrictive
briefs. Besides, he couldn’t very well do that with the way she was kneeling
between his legs. It’d been fun to see her turn from sassy bitch to concerned
nursemaid. At first. Now he was having a hard time with it. Literally.
    “Look, I don’t have anything to offer anyone anyway, except
snatches of time and they’re few and far between.”
    Now why had he said that? It wasn’t as if he owed her
anything and he swore long ago he’d never answer to anyone but himself so where
the hell had that come from? He took what he wanted, when he needed to and that
was that. Right?
    “Hey, ouch .”
    “Don’t be a baby.” She glanced up at him quickly. “Something
tells me you’ve had far worse than this.”
    He frowned. “Yeah.”
    “So what you are? You used some fancy moves on Tracey and
his idiot goons. Special ops or something like that?”
    He stilled. He never talked about himself and usually let
people assume whatever the hell they wanted. It might not be technically
correct any longer, but close enough. “Something like that.”
    She had an uncanny ability to read him despite the vibe he
knew he gave off. And she was undeterred by what Jake called his “sparkling
personality”. Maybe she even had one of her own. Part of the reason he’d never
even thought about a woman and permanent in the same sentence was that he knew
himself too well. He was moody, surly and he bored real easy. Even if you took
his job out of the picture, it wasn’t a great combination for a long-lasting
relationship. Plus, having seen what his parents had done to each other for
most of his childhood, well…who’d want to sign up for that?
    Her hands kept brushing against his thigh as she worked. Her
knuckles had even grazed his balls a time or two and it’d been hell not to
groan out loud. Or jerk his hips in response. The only consolation was that
she’d gone red each time. His jaw ached with how hard he was clenching his
teeth and that had nothing to do with the sting from the antiseptic. Yeah, this
had been a fucking brilliant idea of his.
    He’d told her to ignore his hard-on, but no way was that happening,
at least not for him. The boner wasn’t going anywhere and he had neither the
energy nor the inclination to get back out to do anything about it tonight. And
he didn’t feel like taking care of business himself. He’d done so much of that
over the last few months it’s a wonder he wasn’t permanently blind.
    She slapped a bandage over the wound, running her fingers around
the edges to make sure it was secure. Each time he steeled himself because
there was nothing he wanted more than to grab her hand and push it a little farther,
a little higher, against the part of him that hurt the most and it wasn’t the
damn cut. Not by a long shot.
    Finally.
    He breathed a sigh of relief when she moved back, but as she
went to stand, she stumbled in the boots he’d probably have fantasies about long
into the night. Before she could even gasp, he’d grabbed for her and ended up
with a fistful of tank top right between her breasts.
    Her eyes were wide and trained on his and his gut clenched. Blue.
Right now they were clear and blue. And she was close, so close he could smell
her. Sweet, warm, fresh.
    Goodbye short-lived relief.
    He glanced down and his breath stopped. The bunched fabric
pulled taut across the curves of her breasts. Her nipples were small, hard
points against the thin material. God, he’d thought he was hard before but his
dick hadn’t known hard until right this minute.
    He took in a deep breath, but it didn’t do shit when all he
wanted was to see what color those hard points were, to see if they’d bead like
that after he’d licked them. He took one long, slow last look before he dragged
his gaze back up with