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went lethally soft.
Brianneâs insides turned hot and liquid. The only thing behind her was one mirrored wall.
âBut Iâ¦â Shouldnât. Couldnât.
Wanted to anyway.
âDo you want to hear what this reminds me of?âHis dark eyes pinned her, teasing her with her own curiosity.
Besides, a dare lurked behind his words and Brianne didnât have any intention of backing down from this man.
Not now. Not ever.
She made a tight turn in the narrow space he provided her, pivoting until she faced the wall of smoky mirrors made all the more moody by the roomâs blinking blue light cast from ten different television screens.
As she confronted her reflection, Brianne nearly wavered on her feet. She was not a small woman by anyoneâs standards, yet Aidan Maddockâs height made her look almost delicate. Fragile.
His shoulders loomed above hersâbroader, thicker. The top of her head reached his mouth, but the expression in his eyes didnât give her the impression he wanted to plant a chaste kiss on her hair. Rather, he looked like a man ready to devour her whole with just the slightest encouragement.
The positionâher in front and him behindâdidnât make her uneasy. Onlyâ¦titillated. Edgy. Hungry for whatever it was he had in mind.
When he said nothing, however, a shadow of nervousness shivered through her. âWell?â she prodded.
Aidanâs gaze connected with hers in the mirror as he ran his hands down the length of her shoulders and arms. As he reached her hands, he tugged them backward, behind her.
Together.
It was an odd move for him to make. Aggressive. Totally un-P.C. in todayâs cautious dating community.But that didnât stop the thrill chasing through her to be held captive by this man.
She watched his reflection in the mirror, noted the way his gaze fell to her breasts that were now thrust forward and pressingâachinglyâagainst her white cotton shirt.
Heâd probably spied her lack of a bra at twenty paces given his donât-miss-a-thing federal agent eyes. But if he hadnât noticed then, there was certainly no mistaking it now. Cotton didnât begin to hide the tight peaks from his steamy stare.
âHow about now?â His grip tightened fractionally on her imprisoned wrists. âDoes this pose spark any memories of a certain fantasy you once shared with me in your bad-girl youth?â
Oh God.
He remembered.
For years Brianne had hopedâprayedâthat heâd forgotten the night sheâd whispered her naughtiest fantasy into his ear while he sat in his car at a late-night stakeout in front of her home. It had been a last bid to make him notice her as a woman, but it had failed miserably when she realized Aidan had been sleeping on his shift and had missed out on hearing her most forbidden sexual desires.
Or so sheâd thought.
Obviously, Aidan had heard every word of her fantasyâmuscle-bound cop meets naive civilian and subjects her to a strip search of the most erotic kind.
Brianne wanted nothing so much as to lie. To play innocent and hope he had enough mercy on her to let her off the hook without embarrassing her too much.
But Brianne hadnât been innocent in too many years to count, and she wasnât entirely sure Aidan possessed any mercy.
Besides, her flaming cheeks burning back at her in the mirrorâs reflection attested to a clear memory of the incident without her even opening her mouth.
Aidan bent closer, his head dipping into the curve of her neck, strategically maneuvering his mouth next to her ear. âI seem to remember it involved some very naughty role-playing.â
Her thighs twitched as an ache started between her legs. âA gentleman wouldnât remind me of this.â
Aidan swept aside her hair to bare her neck while his other hand kept her wrists firmly in his grip. âThen again, a gentleman probably wouldnât fulfill your most
Brianneâs insides turned hot and liquid. The only thing behind her was one mirrored wall.
âBut Iâ¦â Shouldnât. Couldnât.
Wanted to anyway.
âDo you want to hear what this reminds me of?âHis dark eyes pinned her, teasing her with her own curiosity.
Besides, a dare lurked behind his words and Brianne didnât have any intention of backing down from this man.
Not now. Not ever.
She made a tight turn in the narrow space he provided her, pivoting until she faced the wall of smoky mirrors made all the more moody by the roomâs blinking blue light cast from ten different television screens.
As she confronted her reflection, Brianne nearly wavered on her feet. She was not a small woman by anyoneâs standards, yet Aidan Maddockâs height made her look almost delicate. Fragile.
His shoulders loomed above hersâbroader, thicker. The top of her head reached his mouth, but the expression in his eyes didnât give her the impression he wanted to plant a chaste kiss on her hair. Rather, he looked like a man ready to devour her whole with just the slightest encouragement.
The positionâher in front and him behindâdidnât make her uneasy. Onlyâ¦titillated. Edgy. Hungry for whatever it was he had in mind.
When he said nothing, however, a shadow of nervousness shivered through her. âWell?â she prodded.
Aidanâs gaze connected with hers in the mirror as he ran his hands down the length of her shoulders and arms. As he reached her hands, he tugged them backward, behind her.
Together.
It was an odd move for him to make. Aggressive. Totally un-P.C. in todayâs cautious dating community.But that didnât stop the thrill chasing through her to be held captive by this man.
She watched his reflection in the mirror, noted the way his gaze fell to her breasts that were now thrust forward and pressingâachinglyâagainst her white cotton shirt.
Heâd probably spied her lack of a bra at twenty paces given his donât-miss-a-thing federal agent eyes. But if he hadnât noticed then, there was certainly no mistaking it now. Cotton didnât begin to hide the tight peaks from his steamy stare.
âHow about now?â His grip tightened fractionally on her imprisoned wrists. âDoes this pose spark any memories of a certain fantasy you once shared with me in your bad-girl youth?â
Oh God.
He remembered.
For years Brianne had hopedâprayedâthat heâd forgotten the night sheâd whispered her naughtiest fantasy into his ear while he sat in his car at a late-night stakeout in front of her home. It had been a last bid to make him notice her as a woman, but it had failed miserably when she realized Aidan had been sleeping on his shift and had missed out on hearing her most forbidden sexual desires.
Or so sheâd thought.
Obviously, Aidan had heard every word of her fantasyâmuscle-bound cop meets naive civilian and subjects her to a strip search of the most erotic kind.
Brianne wanted nothing so much as to lie. To play innocent and hope he had enough mercy on her to let her off the hook without embarrassing her too much.
But Brianne hadnât been innocent in too many years to count, and she wasnât entirely sure Aidan possessed any mercy.
Besides, her flaming cheeks burning back at her in the mirrorâs reflection attested to a clear memory of the incident without her even opening her mouth.
Aidan bent closer, his head dipping into the curve of her neck, strategically maneuvering his mouth next to her ear. âI seem to remember it involved some very naughty role-playing.â
Her thighs twitched as an ache started between her legs. âA gentleman wouldnât remind me of this.â
Aidan swept aside her hair to bare her neck while his other hand kept her wrists firmly in his grip. âThen again, a gentleman probably wouldnât fulfill your most
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