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“I am. I was just… hot.”

He chuckled. “I thought you said you get cold at night.”

“I do.”

He jerked his chin down just enough to look at where my hand was gliding along his body. “And this was helping to cool you off?”

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “Not exactly.”

A mischievous smile spread across his face. “Should I ask what you were hoping to accomplish?”

I shook my head as best I could while it rested on the pillow. “I think it’d be better if you just made an assumption about that.”

His hand at my back stopped moving as he eyed me curiously. Then, after a few assessing moments, that handdrifted down over the curve of my ass. He must have seen the approval in my gaze, because he offered a squeeze and a victorious smirk. “I didn’t peg you as a shy one.”

“What does that mean?”

Ty’s palm rubbed circles on my ass. “I’ve seen you walk into these interviews, even when you first came to Harper Security Ops, and you’ve been nothing but determination personified.”

That wasn’t an unfair assessment. But in this scenario, I was treading lightly. I didn’t know if the reason for that was because I was unsure if he was ready for it, or if I was terrified I might do something to screw it up. Either way, I was glad he noticed, because I could only assume that would mean he’d take the lead.

“Sometimes, a girl is uncertain.”

“About what?”

My eyes dropped to his chest, and I licked my lips again. “About her chances of success. About whether she’s misreading things.”

Ty’s hand stopped moving on my ass. He gripped it possessively before urging me forward, closer to him, with one swift movement. My eyes shot to his on a gasp, and I could feel the hard length of him against my core. “Does that clear up any confusion?”

His eyes were intense, molten pools of dark brown heat swirling with need.

“I think so,” I murmured.

“How hot are you?”

“Burning,” I confessed.

The glint in his eyes told me he was loving every second of this. The hand on my ass began drifting up my back beneath my shirt. “Maybe we should get you out of this, then.”

Yes.

His hand went as high as it could until the position of my arms and our bodies prevented him from going farther. Thathand slid around my side to my front and captured my breast. My lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as his stare remained pinned on mine. A thumb swiped roughly over my nipple. “Ty,” I breathed.

That did it.

That single word forced him to react.

He urged me to my back, shifted himself, and brought his mouth to my chest. His tongue flicked my nipple, his lips ultimately parting and sucking my breast into his mouth. My back arched in response, a moan escaping.

Ty kept at me, moving from one side to the other, and doing it so well, I could barely keep up. I could barely breathe for how badly I was panting.

Oxygen or not, I wanted more. More of his mouth. More of his hands. More of him.

My shirt was gone, Ty playing with my breasts a bit longer.

But he eventually trailed kisses down my torso, his hands landing at my hips. More than I enjoyed his mouth gliding along my abdomen, I loved the feeling of his strong hands splayed on my sides and gripping my hips. There was something about the way his fingertips pressed in and the strength in his hold that I adored.

Ty’s mouth came dangerously low on my abdomen, landing just beneath my navel. It was all I could do to keep from squirming.

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