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hands to either side of her on the tub s ledge. He was wet everywhere. Droplets
caught on his chest and rivulets slid over and between his pecs. The urge to lick
him was irresistible. A hot shiver slid down her spine.
 You want me to touch you, Jez.
She shook her head but didn t dare speak, afraid of what might come out.
 Liar. He slid one hand over her hip and down her thigh as his lips moved
closer to hers, almost touching. She wanted to lick the water off his lips, too.
His palm hooked under her knee.  I could fuck you now so easily.
She jumped when the head of his cock glided along her cunt lips. God, yes,
please.
 And you d like it, wouldn t you? His lips grazed hers. All she could do
was whimper and thrust her hips. The blunt head of his cock slipped along her
lips but couldn t enter her. She wanted to scream at him to tilt his hips back so
she could impale herself on him, but she wouldn t give him the satisfaction.
 I d go deep, bury myself to the hilt.
She stifled a groan.
He positioned himself between her swollen folds.
Instinctively, she jerked at her bound wrists, wanting to grab onto his
shoulders. She almost cried out in frustration.
 I know you d like that, Jez. He ran his tongue over her lips, exploring their
shape and texture. Then he pressed forward.
The size and pressure of him was near heaven, soothing her ache to have
him fill her as he stretched her beyond what she thought possible. She bit her lip
to keep from crying out and begging him to fuck her hard. He wasn t having any
easier time of it than her. He was shaking.
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He grunted.  Yes, I could fuck you so easily. He pinched her nipples.  But I
won t.
She choked on a breath.
He shoved away.  And this time I mean it.
She blinked in confusion, watching him senselessly squirt more liquid soap
into his hands.
 Because the next time I do, he growled, his eyes burning into her,  it ll be
because you invite me into your body. He rubbed his palms together with a
vengeance.  And it won t be fucking.
It won t?
 It ll be making love, damn it. He turned his back on her and fooled with
more bottles along the tub s ledge while she tried to catch her breath and
understand what had just happened. She knew that he wanted her as much as
she wanted him. She was swollen and aroused and tingling with need.
She wanted to pound out her frustration on his beautiful body.
When he turned around, his eyes, hot and mesmerizing, moved over her face
and then down to the swell of her breasts.
 Let s see, he murmured.  Where should I start?
 Start what? she said in a breathless whisper, belatedly recognizing her
own words to him when she began her torture.
 Cleaning you. His eyes smoldered as he knelt before her.  Every hollow,
every curve, everywhere I can get my hands on& and fingers in.
She swallowed a breath. She knew he meant every word. Half of her hoped
that he did. But the other half knew he meant only to torture her the way she did
to him.
Her heart sighed.
If she were honest with herself, she would admit that it wasn t likely he was
a renegade psychic trying to impregnate her. He would have raped her
repeatedly already. She believed that he was a Commander with the Agency.
With a gentleness that surprised her, he picked up her foot and massaged it
between his palms, separating the toes and running his fingers in between. He
frowned and laid his hand against the pad of her foot.
 No bigger than my palm, he grumbled to himself as he slid his thumbs
along each knuckle of her toe as though memorizing their shape.
She wondered if he d give such attention to every part of her body.
When he took such care with her other foot, she laid her head back against
the tub s ledge and sighed. His fingers were exquisite, circling her ankle and then
tracing the muscles of her calf, kneading and stroking.
 Are you cleaning me or massaging me? she breathed.
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He simply grunted.
Her pulse picked up as his hands slid farther up her legs and stroked her
knees. He applied more soap and smoothed it over her skin.
 So, Commander, do you believe I m dangerous?
He gave a snort.  Would I handcuff you if you weren t?
She opened her eyes and for the first time answered him truthfully.  Yes.
His hands stopped and he looked at her as though trying to read her mind. A
wet lock of hair fell over his forehead. She had such an urge to stroke her hand
along the rough shadow of his jaw. Too bad her hands were bound.
 You re right. I would. He turned his attention to her other knee, sliding
soap all around it. When his fingers strayed up her thigh, she drew in a breath.
He looked up.  But don t think getting my head bashed in and my balls
broken didn t factor into it.
She could hear the smile in his voice.  You don t, do you? she asked in all
sincerity.
She sighed in disappointment when he dropped her leg and picked up the
soap again.
 Don t what?
 You don t think I m dangerous to the Agency and its government.
He gave her hand the same deliberate attention that he did her foot. And for
just a moment their hands clasped before he let go and began a slow massage of
her forearm.
 I think you re a menace and I ve said as much. He gave a long-suffering
sigh.  But I think more a menace to me  he looked up abruptly,   and
yourself. He washed her shoulder and collarbone and under her arm with a
smooth gliding touch that carefully avoided her breasts.
 Thank you for believing that.
 That you re a menace? His lips quirked.
She smiled at him.
He looked surprised, but then his frown returned. He started on her other
arm.  I see another trick coming. He glanced at her.
 No tricks. She met his gaze, letting him read her thoughts. Suddenly she
was weary of lying and wondered why. She had been more or less lying her
whole life. But now she only wanted the truth.  I am Tyre Leyton s great-
granddaughter.
He dropped his hands and let out a breath.  Good.
 And I hate him.
His gaze warmed.  I know. He cupped her face and ran his thumbs along
her cheekbones.
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 And all I ve ever wanted is to be left alone. To forget who I am and to
ensure that no one else found out.
His hands stroked down her neck.
 And to protect my sisters. She let him feel all her worry over her sisters.
He gave a half smile.  If your sisters are anything like you, it s the guys they
sent that I m worried about.
 You know them?
He nodded.  Your sisters are safe. You have nothing to worry about.
She wanted to believe him. She did. He was holding nothing back. What he
told her was the truth.
Maybe he had been telling her the truth all along but she wouldn t open
herself to listen.
Her grandmother s words echoed deep in her heart.
For the first time in so long she felt herself relax.
 Don t get too relaxed, he murmured, his gaze turning positively lecherous.
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Chapter Nine
Jesse couldn t breathe. He was allowing her to see his desire, his passionate
need to be joined with her, and she feared it was more than purely physical.
As soon as her fear surfaced, he gave an impatient grunt and tipped up her
chin.  I won t seduce you. I m not interested in your sexual response. I want all
of you or nothing.
He stood, leaving her stunned, and with a casualness that belied his raging
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