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pose as she leaned over the side of the bed raised the curved moon of her bottom into the air. He was fascinated by that sight, watching it flex as she removed his shoes and socks, and then tugged his slacks off. Her fingers ran up his calves and then over his thighs. “You’re in good shape,” she said, sounding impressed.
    “I exercise when I can’t sleep.” Which was just about every night. “It helps quiet my mind.”
    “Mmm. Rock-hard legs.” She sat up and moved to his arms, running a hand along his bicep. “Are these hard, too?”
    He flexed to show her, and she grinned at the sight, leaning down to bite the muscle. “Very nice. You’re just as built as Dane and Colt. You should be out there doing trainings with them.”
    “I don’t belong in the field,” he said in a curt voice. Just the thought made him anxious. He wasn’t worried about himself inasmuch as he was worried that he’d be a danger to Dane and Colt. And speaking of those two . . . when was she checking out Dane and Colt, damn it? She’d never looked at him twice until tonight. Had she been ogling the other men the entire time?
    Her exploring fingers lightly trailed over his chest, tugging at the light sprinkling of chest hair and then dipping to his belly button. “No piercings,” she said playfully, grinning up at him.
    His cock stirred at her smile, as if he hadn’t just come mere minutes ago. “Keep looking,” he told her, and was surprised to hear the command come out of his mouth.
    It wasn’t like him to play back.
    But it had been the right thing to say. She lowered her mouth to his chest, leaning in to nip lightly at both of his nipples and then kissing a path back down to his belly button. “Still nothing here. Perhaps I should go lower.”
    “Perhaps,” he agreed, reaching to twine his fingers in her hair and pulling back at the last moment. It seemed too intimate a gesture. She might have been comfortable with the new immediacy of their relationship, but he was still reserved in some aspects. Too much history in his head, maybe.
    She brushed her lips down the trail of hair that led to his cock, which was half-erect again. Her playful touches and smiles—plus the skimming graze of her limbs and breasts against him when she moved—were making him hard already. Her fingers gently cupped his sac, and she lightly rolled his balls back and forth, watching his reaction.
    He groaned and his head fell back to the pillows
. Damn.
She knew how to touch a man.
    “No piercings here,” she whispered. Her fingers skimmed over his half-erect cock and then moved down, delving between his thighs and stroking the skin there.
    To his surprise, she slid a finger lower, moving between his buttocks to press at the pucker of his ass. “Anything here?”
    “Don’t you dare.”
    She wiggled her finger against his skin, daring him.
    He sat up and grabbed her, bearing her backward down to the bed again. Brenna fell with him, her laughter pealing through the room.
    “You think that’s funny, do you?”
    “I guess a prostate massage is a bit much for a first date?” Her voice was sweet and innocent.
    “Don’t you have any boundaries?” he growled, reaching forward to cup one of her breasts simply because he couldn’t help himself.
    “Very few.”
    “Let me guess, boundaries are no fun.”
    “Something like that,” she said, and sucked in a breath when his thumb grazed her erect nipple again. “How’s your cannon?”
    “Getting harder with every moment,” he told her, leaning forward and pressing his cock at the wet junction of her spread legs to prove it to her. She rose her hips against him in response and tilted her face for another kiss. He licked and sucked at her full lower lip, knowing that she liked that, and every time she gave one of those sexy, breathy little gasps, he got a bit harder.
    When she rocked against him again, it was his turn to groan. He tweaked her nipple again, pinching and rolling the tip between