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eyes, with that
perfect slant of his lips, with his wide shoulders set, waiting on her
patiently. Everything about him said the only thing on his mind was her health
and safety.
    If he’d tethered
his Dom for the night, then she could damn well do the same with her whiny
infant.
    She relaxed her
legs.
    Zeke opened
them.
    Rayna gulped
hard and looked up at the ceiling. She mentally filed it as a necessary chore,
like a root canal or a pap smear. The gynecologist at the base had a round
sticker on the ceiling over her stirrup table, a conversation bubble that said I
Hate This. That sign had always pissed her off, but now she’d give anything
for even that distraction from the strong, sure fingers that parted her pubic
curls, softly wending his way toward the circle of steel embedded in the hood
of her most intimate flesh.
    She bit the
inside of her lip when he found it. Nobody had touched her there since that
awful night in Thailand. The only reason she went near it was to wash
the area. She certainly hadn’t inspected the little ring like Zeke did now, softly
twisting it, lifting it a couple of different ways to observe the insertion
point in her skin…
    And unleashing a
wholly unexpected force in her body.
    “Force” as in an
eight-plus on the Richter Scale. Cracked cliffs of composure. Tsunami time.
    Holy hell.
    Thank God she
already had a death grip on the sheets. Her increased torque wouldn’t appear
odd. Z didn’t have to know that the reason she tortured her Mulberry four-hundred
threads was because of the jolt he’d just given her entire sex with his tender
exam. The little flicks were like the light switch on a stunning light display,
flooding her pussy with new awareness, immersive heat…
    Crap. How was
this possible? She wavered between a wild need to know the answer and a screaming
who-gives-a-shit. Her entire core was suddenly electric and alive, and she struggled
not to cry out in pure wonder. She had no idea how she limited herself to the
sharp breath she pulled in through her nose, which made Zeke stop his exam.
    “You okay, honey?”
    “Fine.” She
sounded like a chipmunk and hated herself for it. What the hell was wrong with
her? And how on earth could she gain a second of pleasure from that thing they’d forced into her flesh? She cleared her throat and said more forcefully,
“Yeah, fine.”
    Zeke still
didn’t move a muscle, or for that matter, a finger—which was just as
exasperating. “You don’t look fine.”
    “Can you just
focus and finish?” she snapped.
    He tilted his
head as if preparing to fire a comeback but gave her thick silence through the
rest of his inspection, instead. Damn it. This had been his stubborn-ass
idea, and now her psyche was the pinball machine of arousal, guilt,
irritation, and confusion. As the man himself enjoyed saying all the time, this
was some messed-up shit.  
    Fortunately, he only
subjected her to another thirty seconds of the wordless tension—and the strokes
to her libido that recruited even her toes into sheet-twisting duty. When he finally
lifted his head, he wore a look she couldn’t define. His mouth was still an
unreadable line, though his gaze had changed hues again. His eyes, bright as
garnet, emphasized his ungodly long lashes and the tan he’d brought home from
the mission. Great. Like she needed the reminders that the man’s face was as
captivating as his fingers.
    “Well, I’m
shocked,” he said. “They got it right and did it clean.” His lips lifted a
little. The smile extended up, crinkling the corners of his eyes. “You’re going
to be fine, bird,” he assured. “It looks good.”
    Rayna admitted her
own surprise. “Really?”
    “Yep.” He
nodded. “Genital piercings heal fast, if they heal right.”
    The statement,
along with the breath he let out after it, enabled Rayna to finally ID his
previous expression. Relief. From what she could tell, a bunch of the stuff. Despite
this wholly uncomfortable situation, she