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his voice, in the lines of his face, that same determination she remembered even back when he’d fought Robby the Pervert out on the fifth-grade playground, bled through him and into her. She could feel it adding concrete to her bones, stiffness to her spine. She could feel the “me” she’d thought was lost, the Angel who didn’t take shit and gave Brad as good as she got, racing for the surface and breaking through. Filling out her hollow skin. And as she savored that feeling and the look in Brad’s eyes, she knew one more thing: she wanted this man not just for her own, for always, but she wanted his body, tonight. Right now. She wanted what they had to go from the abstract to the real—and she was no longer too afraid to make it happen.
    “I love you,” she whispered, her heart aching. “I want you; you have to know that.” She took a deep breath, gathering every ounce of love and hunger and courage writhing inside her into a big ball. “I scared the shit out of more than one person tonight. I don’t ever want to do that again, to you or to me. I know I need help.”
    The gray of his eyes went dark. “I know you do too, and we’re going to get you what you need.”
    “It might be a while before things…before I am normal again.”
    Brad brushed a kiss along her lips. “Beautiful, if I have any say in it, things will never be normal again. They’ll be much better.”
    “They will?”
    He smiled. “They will.” He gave her thigh a light squeeze. “You can do this. I don’t care how many times I have to say it, how many hours or days or months it takes until you believe it. It will still be true. You can get better, and I will be right there beside you all the way. You belong to me.”
    The truth of his words shone in his eyes, heating her up in places far beyond her heart. Demand beat in her very blood. She was going to take back control of her life, and she was going to start with the most important thing in it. She reached around and, with a deep breath and a flick of her fingers, did something she’d never done with a man before: she popped the catch on her bra. The damp, silky straps slid off with a dip of her shoulders, leaving her bare to his gaze. “Then show me.”
    The sexiest little hitch interrupted his breath as he stared down at her breasts. “God, Angel. Just…God.”
    Slowly she reached for his wrists, pulling his arms down until his palms centered on her peaked nipples. “I love you, Brad. Show me I’m not alone, that I’m yours. Please.”
    His fingers splayed, not grasping her breasts but not letting go either. “Angel, we need to get you in the tub.”
    She set her hands over his, curling their fingers down until he held the swelling mounds—and her heart—literally in the palms of his hands. “Then join me. Take off your shirt.”
    At her words, his fingers clamped down, rolling her breasts against his work-roughened skin. The breath in her lungs rushed out at the pleasure that pierced her, but still he hesitated.
    “Brad, do it.” She flattened her palm against his belly and slid down, coming to rest against a firm erection that spoke louder than words about how on board he was. “Now,” she said with a gentle squeeze.
    “Shit!” He pressed into her touch, throwing his head back in a primal display of need. “Angel!”
    She could hold him in her hands forever. There was nothing quite as powerful as the feel of him lengthening under her touch, the deep growls escaping him as she kneaded the heavy flesh tilting forward into her palm. Except maybe hearing the word shit on his lips. She knew his rule, knew he tried never to cuss in front of her—stupid protectiveness. But she wanted him to lose control, to be mindless under her touch. Just the thought made her hungry, made need shiver deliciously down her spine to settle between her legs. She squeezed him lightly once more.
    The clothes between them were too much. She needed him naked; she needed her naked and