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about either. I don’t think such a small age difference matters, and I’m fairly certain my maturity levels are acceptable. I point out that I, too, am an eldest child. As for the height thing—I seriously love those heels you wear. Never will I be so stupid as to demand you wear flats.
    Not when watching you walk in heels is one of my all-time favorite things to do.
    I’m also in good shape. I realize I’m not as pretty as Noah, or as built as Abe, or have a dimple like Fox, but I have been told I have good teeth. Therefore, I’m not physically deficient.
    Third, I think you’re hot. Extremely, combustibly hot. If I could, I’d keep you in bed for a week running, naked and mine, and I’d still not have enough. I think every part of you is hot, but I’m particularly turned on by your mind and your legs. You should see the fantasies I have of seducing your mind with my words while I stroke my hands over your legs, rub my fingertips along the inner skin of your thighs.
    You don’t mind calluses, do you, Thea? They come from drumming so intensely over a long period. All that physical work also means I have plenty of stamina. I can go as long and as hard as you want, or as slow and as deep, or any combination thereof. Hard and deep. Slow and long. Hard, deep, long? I can do that.
    Your choice.
    Or if you prefer it gentle and lazy, I can do that too. (Though we’d probably have to burn things down to a simmer with a hard, fast bout or three first.)
    I’d be careful as I stroked you, but I’m afraid my touch would be a bit rough, a fraction abrasive, especially when I reach between your legs and use my fingertips to squeeze that pretty, plump, hard little—
     
    Thea closed her eyes, took a deep breath. It didn’t do much good, her chest heaving and her pulse a brutal thud against her skin. Mind filled with the potent erotic imagery he’d conjured up and thighs tightly clenched in a futile effort to contain the sudden throbbing ache in between, she stared up at the ceiling of the lounge.
    All she saw was David’s hand on her thigh, the small scar he had across the first knuckle of his right hand a slash of white against the dark gold of his natural skin tone. His arm was hard with strength and dusted with tiny black hairs, muscle and tendon flexing under his skin as he teased and played with her clit using those callused fingertips before thrusting a single finger deep into—
    She squeezed her phone so hard that she heard the case crack, her body rigid and nerves gone haywire. When it was over, she collapsed into her seat in stunned shock, glad that the curved shape of it and her position in a seating arrangement right in back had hidden her from view of the others in the lounge.
    He’d made her orgasm.
    With nothing but the pressure of her thighs on her needy flesh and his words. The damn man had figured out her weak point and he’d aimed his missile right at it: her mind.

Chapter 3
    G ulping down the sports drink he needed to rehydrate and get his electrolytes back up, David checked his phone after the concert and saw no message from Thea, though the automatic read receipt confirmed she’d received it. A smile cracked his face. Thea was no shrinking violet. If she’d found his memo inappropriate, she’d have blasted him with cool fury. The fact she’d said nothing at all… Maybe he was clutching at straws, but as far as he was concerned, no answer was better than a flat-out no.
    Regardless of that, he’d probably have driven himself crazy waiting for a response if Fox hadn’t come up with the idea of going to see koalas the next day. Hanging out with the guys and Molly kept his mind, if not off Thea, at least occupied enough that he didn’t obsess. Of course, that only lasted until he was alone in his room that night. Then he went over every word he’d written and ended up hard as stone with only his hand to ease the need.
    It was nothing close to what he wanted.
    Frustrated, his nerves strung taut,